
Come one, Come all.....Is that a pocket full of quarters I see or are you just wasting my time?
I ask myself, Why Blog?
The answer is related to an event that used to take place many a moon ago....
When I lived in a small suburb in California, I had a group of friends that would hang out on Friday nights with nothing to do. These nights were usually spent with a Fosters in hand talking about music, Films and the latest WWII video in my collection.
Because some of my friends were smokers, they would congregate outside my bedroom window (which was open) as so not to miss any of the conversation.
Ah...the scene is set.
The details are a little fuzzy but around 1998 I started the Friday night bedroom talks where friends would stop by outside my window. I would pick a subject near and dear to me (usually these consisted of recent events in my life like work, love..etc..You get the picture) and talk non-stop for at least an hour or so. Much of these talks were not scripted and ran off a mixture of spontaneous word play and free association.
According to some, this platform was entertaining and I found a new found love for this quirky form of soul searching/ramblings.
Now back to blogging.
An avenue for self expression is never a bad thing and since I can’t STAND to write thing down (don’t ask why) I figured the artistic and autistic side of myself would appreciate this forum.
From skeptical analysis of the world around me to Rock star self delusions, this is who I am. Love it or at least rent it.
More soon -
I ask myself, Why Blog?
The answer is related to an event that used to take place many a moon ago....
When I lived in a small suburb in California, I had a group of friends that would hang out on Friday nights with nothing to do. These nights were usually spent with a Fosters in hand talking about music, Films and the latest WWII video in my collection.
Because some of my friends were smokers, they would congregate outside my bedroom window (which was open) as so not to miss any of the conversation.
Ah...the scene is set.
The details are a little fuzzy but around 1998 I started the Friday night bedroom talks where friends would stop by outside my window. I would pick a subject near and dear to me (usually these consisted of recent events in my life like work, love..etc..You get the picture) and talk non-stop for at least an hour or so. Much of these talks were not scripted and ran off a mixture of spontaneous word play and free association.
According to some, this platform was entertaining and I found a new found love for this quirky form of soul searching/ramblings.
Now back to blogging.
An avenue for self expression is never a bad thing and since I can’t STAND to write thing down (don’t ask why) I figured the artistic and autistic side of myself would appreciate this forum.
From skeptical analysis of the world around me to Rock star self delusions, this is who I am. Love it or at least rent it.
More soon -