Its being shed, I hope

Strangely, when I’m on stage and delivering a monologue or a speech or what have you, I have no issues sharing my most personal details. I think its the instant gratification that makes it more palatable. Well, that, and my natural je ne sais quois make a verbal delivery much more appealing. In certain countries, not only am I charismatic but tall to boot! But I digress.

Anyway, part of the revival of this entire “blog” thing has to do with my catching up with many other blogs discovered and undiscovered by me. Its amazed me how, despite having this site since 2002 (!!!) I’ve never shared anything truly personal. Seriously? How can I have a “blog” for 4 years and never write anything substantial? Easy.

At some point this became my “oh look, I’m actually funny!” validation. But now I have improv and what not to validate me. So now, the pressure to write something funny is weakening its Kung-fu grip on me. Now, I can go back to what I did before - write and create for the sake of creating. Alternate titles for this post include: “I’m an artist, damnit!”, “Listen to my incoherant ramblings!” and “In couple decades, I’ll be requesting you heretofore get off my lawn!”

Part of this creation process will entail my simply sitting down in front of this text area and writing whatever comes to mind. I’m hoping to keep the emo to a minimum, or at least craft my emo words to some sort of poem that’d be easily mistaken for a Dashboard Confessional song, or a sleeve tattoo on an black plastic framed 19 year old kid. Both result in “W” for me. Hell, just admitting this domain is mine (like Google loves to do) is the best “W” I can get.