I was thinking about the blog today and came to the conclusion that I really don't want to be one of these people who starts a blog to talk about their life. I feel like I have alot I need to talk about in this jumbled brain of mine and that writing is the only medium in which I can release it. When I started the blog I was asked the question: "Whats the blog going to be about?" I had no answer. I thought, "I'll just write until the blog organically forms into an amalgmation of something spectacular." My goal is to keep a consistent dialougue in some regard, however looking at this post, I won't be achieving that anytime soon. So in the meantime you're going to have to bare my ramblings.
Today I was reminiscing about the rattlesnake in my backyard some months ago. My wife and I heard the hiss of a rattle and thought it was our crack neighbors turning on their sprinklers at 9:00 PM pacific coast time. Upon further inspection I saw that in fact it was a rattler!! I immediately pee'd my pants adn asked god why he didn't raise me in the desert where I would have surley learned how to skin and eat a rattlesnake at a young age? Once recieving no response as usual I called the Fire Department and explained the situation. Once they arrived the Firemen were helpful in beheading the creature. The bizarre part was that after beheading it one of them picked up the body of the snake and claimed it for sustenance. Ever since that time I just can't help but imagine the local Firemen living off a diet of rattlesnake meat and moonshine whiskey. But of course thats just how my brain works.
How about stories? If I work on my story telling my blog could be a masterpiece theater of sorts. Except rather than it being snottingly intellectal it could be medicore satire with a slight fringe of dissapointment. Like a C+ in English 101.
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