Friday, November 28, 2014

Introduction and front matter

As of late I have somehow fallen into reading a few blogs. All of them are kept up by women. But I am a man making a blog. Perhaps this new found blogging activity is in pursuit of some sort of catharsis that at times I have found evasive. This blog has no real theme beside my life. I own no pets, I am not married, I have no children, I do not bake, and I have no niche talent that I want you to know about. But my brother told me I should propagate my paradigm on a blog, so I am actually going to do it.

In trying to find ideas to blog about, I took a short online test thing that supposedly told me what I should blog about.  Some of the results where rather telling:

"5 Tools Everyone In The Crazy Industry Should Be Using"
"What Will Dating Be Like In 100 Years?"

Others where just strange:

"The History of Obesity"
"Why We Love Fred Rogers (And You Should, Too!)"

Disclaimer: I am not obese, but I have watched Mr Roger's Neighborhood within the last year. I probably will not talk much about Fred though. 

I certainly have a part time job being crazy, but most of what I know falls into the "trade secret" category. As for the dating blog, I am pretty sure that that topic is already encompassed in the first topic. But nevertheless a few modifications of the title could be good for a laugh:

"What would dating for 100 years be like?"
"What would 100 crazy dates per year be like?"
"5 tools in the dating industry that crazies should be using."

Here is a sample post on 100 years of dating: Since the average marriage age is rising (and has been since the Neolithic era; fist shake at those darn 14-year-old brides bailing on us and making the marriage trends normalize), it soon will actually take some people 100 years to get married. But, because the average death age is also rising, this may actually become feasible. 

In conclusion, this blog is not about how I got all booed up and have "made it." I probably will not post any recipes or calls to action on cloth diapers. This blog is not meant to be one of those "I read this and I feel uplifted" type of blogs. As a matter of fact, this blog might depress you, so perhaps you should just stop reading right now (In true Lemony Snicket fashion). I will mention religion sometimes, but I am not here to interpret anything for you.  Also, I dislike small children, so do not expect too many touching accounts about holding babies and reaching nirvana. (Disclaimer: If you have blogs about any of these topics, great! Please do not think I am mocking you for talking about what you enjoy.)  

One last thing is code names. I use them prolifically. Some people on here have multiple code names and I use them as the situation dictates (But there is as system). Some of you may know these code names. Most of you do not. Unless someone is well know, I will use a code name to protect all parties involved. The use of veiled names allows me a certain anonymity in what I write. You may notice that I myself never use my own name. To whet your appetite for code names, here are a few: Mr. Ginobli, The Beast, The Dragonfly, The Bulldog, Andy, Sister Black, and Romney. One major rule of code names: if you are reading this blog, chances are I am not talking about you. Think Carly Simon.