Blogpost #5

Testing, testing.

This is an ongoing experiment on thought control. Settle down. My thoughts, not yours. Your thoughts are insignificant to me. I’m as concerned  for your thoughts as I am for your opinions. I don’t care. You can keep that rubbish.I’m not suggesting that you are rubbish. I’m glad you’re here. It would seriously be quite boring without you. But you may keep your opinions about your mother’s onion soup to yourself. I can’t use them and thus I don’t care for them. That’s not to say that none of your opinions matter. However, most of them are rubbish, and I won’t be using any of them. Not one.

So, I ask again, as I often do, how may I be of service. I am quite arrogant. Some of you that may have met me at some point know this to be true. I am the only soul alive that has been here the whole time, on every step of this amazing journey.

And, of corse, i want to know, how may I help you? But i want to know, also, where am i going with this? With any of this? The whole blog idea. What am I blogging about. I am, and always have been, a man of few words. Now suddenly, i am trying to come up with as many words as i can without sounding like I’m just rambling on, but in truth, I am, of coarse, just rambling on. Trying to put a little flair to it, i assume it’s quite presumptuous of me. To think I have developed a style in an art form I have seldom indulged in for more than a few moments. I hate reading, and reading is an important part of writing. I don’t despair the joy of reading, but it causes me to sit still and strains my eyes. Puts me to sleep it does.

I much rather be taking photographs or doing large scale paintings. With a giant painting, I get to fidget step. Others think it’s exhausting, but to me its freeing.

So I guess this has been an extended “about me” post. I promise I’ll try to come up something more interesting tomorrow.