Here it Goes...

Well, I figure that it's time to lose my blog virginity and start kissing the masses with my neurotic prose. The ever increasing pressure of this constant commentary that goes through my mind, day in and night out, needs a portal to escape before my conscious mind explodes and creates a sticky gooey mess that I will ultimately have to contend with. I will try my best to avoid run-on sentences, but I offer no guarantees. I also must admit that I feel kind of ridiculous in that I am caving in to the ever popular activity they call "blogging". I mean the word itself is ridiculous. Blog...Blogging. It sounds like something I've done after a night of mixing too much vodka, wine, tequila, and dope. So why not just take pen to paper and reconnect with dear old diary? Penmanship is a dying form of communication. Do you remember how neat and sprawl-like your Grandmothers handwriting was? It is a rare sight to see a hand written letter that was actually sent and received through the postal service. And no one uses the beautiful type writer anymore except Harlan Ellison. There are some vintage type writers that just exude the awe and mystery of the era. We now have PCs and notebooks (and I am not referring to the fibrous paper variety). Oh and I can't forget to mention text messaging. Printing, hand-writing, cursive writing, calligraphy are all dying forms of communication and art. I could take up its cause. Start a charity. "Save Penmanship Now...donate today". I don't see why not. There seems to be a charity for every conceivable cause one could imagine. Not that I am against all charities...just a few, but that is a whole other post entirely. I must say that my writing or should I say blogging style is most likely going to be sporadic, off topic, hypocritical, humorously dry, perplexing and at times offensive, but hey, who dosen't appreciate a little conscientious drivel now and then?