Being a Blogger and blogs themselves have a lot of false connotations that I’d like to get out of the way right now. It’s not a biography. It’s not a diary. It’s not a set of fictional short stories. It’s not a news article. It’s not a gossip column. And, it is definitely not up-to-date celebrity news.
Being a Blogger means taking an idea and putting your own spin on it. It means imparting your opinions and viewpoints onto something that happens everyday. True blogging is saying what everyone is thinking, but nobody is saying. Blogs are for the audience. They’re to inspire new thoughts and passions that readers never knew that they had. Sometimes blogs are just to make you laugh. Sometimes they demand inspection and a response to what is written. No Blogger has a more important opinion than anybody that cares enough to comment on what he/she wrote.
Now that that's out of the way, let's commence with the blogging! Oftentimes my blogs are about everyday life. It could just be me walking down the street.
I was walking down the street today and some guy ate shit in true cartoon-character fashion. I mean that in every sense of the phrase: the guy slipped on a banana peel for fuck's sake! Yeah, you wouldn't think that banana peels are really slippery like they are in cartoons, but give it a try and then tell me it's fiction. Anyways, this guy slipped on the banana peel, slid along it for two feet, flailed his arms in “high-reverse”, and landed with his feet in the air and a thud on the ground. All that was missing were the birds around his head and some jackass bunny or roadrunner making smart-ass comments or sticking his tongue out at him (beep-beep). I decided to go the high ground and pointed while exclaiming "Oh shit!”. The guy might have been pissed at me, but I think he was too dazed and concentrated on looking for long, skinless fruit in people's hands. Tomorrow, when I'm walking down the street, I think I'll paint some holes in the ground, put tacks on the floor, place a random anvil or stick of "TNT" in the area, and just wait for that guy to come back again. But, I'd better not eat a banana again … too much potassium will kill you!
Just kidding, it wasn’t my banana.