On a good day this wouldn't be happening.

I have been asked to write a blog by the powers that be, especially the powers that happen to be sitting on my right during class and possess this magical piece of wonderment that I call a laptop and they call a Mac.

In what must be fifth time this month, I gave my standard answer to the 'Do you have a blog?' question.

(To those unfamiliar with my habit of procrastination, the answer was, 'Not yet.')

This time, however, the asker came prepared with a laptop, which I am now using to write this post. This is the third new blog I am starting, the first of which was a small, stupid thing that I wrote with all the writing capability of a retarded child. The blog is still there, if you must know, and if you venture forth to check its musty contents you will only find the compressed misery and aggression of a young man just coming out of puberty and wondering when he would get laid.

The second blog I might expect most of you who shall read this will know, the one co-written by me, Brian and Newell, a delightful journey through the psyche of three very different people who in another day and age would have had every reason to hate each other. Yet the blog reveals that we were in fact perhaps more affectionate than angry, abeit with a large amount of disdain and sarcasm tainting my posts. That was the beginning of my effort to write blog posts that combine the vocabularical (I am sure there is no such word) flair of men such as Tycho Brahe of Penny Arcade fame with the mysterious, cynical tones that I associate with Neil Gaiman, throwing in a mishmash of other various styles that result in the footers that you shall see at the end of every post I do.

Almost immediately people started asking me to write a blog, which I always found odd considering no one has ever paid too much attention to my writing, which until then had always been too plain, too simple and too methodical. I took only a short while to realize what had changed.

The answer was simple. It seemed the people around me had a tendency to enjoy me spouting bullshit. They actually liked all the little remarks I had to shoot at them, so long as it wasn't exactly them I was sniping at.

So now, due to popular demand, I am once again writing a blog. Let much weeping and gnashing of teeth begin.

P.S. If you like my writing, there's tons more on my DeviantArt account.

Peace out,
Bryan


to call at seven oh three, and on your machine i slur a plea for you to come home