So, now that I have been officially called out (although, as previously noted, there is for all intents and purposes nothing official about our “blog”) by my co-author, (see previous entry) perhaps it is time to throw myself in the ring.
Unlike Ben, I don’t have any random prejudices to deal with (Oregon’s inexplicable superiority complex only applies to Washington in the most latent and non-bigoted sense); nor do I have anything at work to bitch about…in fact, 5 days out of the week I don’t work.
Instead my life develops in a most depressing fashion. My daily activities leading up to this entry unfolded, literally, as follows:
10:10 AM. Having read what I feel is ‘enough’ for today (20 minutes total…for those who are keeping track…), I decide that I should probably get my computer from upstairs. I just remembered a CD I want to pirate from the library’s collection. (The Fatback Band.)
10:30 AM. Feeling a ‘wave of motivation’ (quick nod to all you Pixies fans out there), I finally manage to act on my previous decision.
10:35 AM. The library does not have the album in question. I hedge and order Funkadelic instead. (This is probably a better choice; yet still…regret…)
10:36 AM. The internet, sensing that I will produce nothing else productive, mercifully shuts down.
10:37 AM. Some people might use this as a moment of self-reflection and a prodding toward greater things. I, however, remain undeterred; for me its Spider Solitaire and the resolution to ‘wait it out.’
10:40 AM. Yet still, I emerge victorious. And celebrate by writing my first blog entry.
…Leaving you with this.
Congratulations. This is what the great blogging empire inevitably led to.