A couple of weeks ago I made a threat.
It wasn't of the "fist-shaking" variety, I'm much too passive-aggressive for that. But, in my own subtle way, I might as well have slapped your collective face with my glove. I was going to make a blog, and you were going to read it.
My objective was to create an environment fit to figuratively ensnare large game.
The "game" was you.
The "Royal" you.
Everyone.
My opinions were the tools, my philosophies were the traps. If everyone read, laughed, & agreed, no one got hurt.
Now, as I sit here, barreling through a 122 song Tom Waits playlist, I'm faced with a harsh reality. I am the definition of unequipped to achieve this goal.
I'm not a writer.
This blog will be littered with mistakes. Spelling, Grammar, Sentence structure. I have a firm grasp on exactly none of these things. I can only attribute these failings to brain atrophy (or Dyslexia).
Of course, I'll be forging ahead regardless of my deficiencies. Naturally, my lofty goals have been hack-sawed down to a more manageable platform. Here are some bullet points:
- I'll have an idea, thought, opinion, or theory. Knowing that within a few moments, whatever I've conjured will escape me forever, I'll document it here. I'll occasionally post news about my life & projects, but never from a dramatic or depressed perspective, as I am neither of those things.
- You read my posts and either laugh (I'm very funny), Agree (I'm always right), or both (Your best option by far). You may opt to disagree or question my perspective, but why risk incurring the ridicule of your peers?
And that's about it. The Woodshed, in a nutshell. I'll be taking my leave now, you should consider following me.
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