Mood:
I have a confession...
I was born to write a blog. Don't laugh; it's too true to be funny. I have always written things for an audience, albeit an imaginary audience, but an audience none the less. There are pages and pages of writing that is written for other people's viewer ship. They sit in my boxes and on my bookshelves untouched, unshared and unloved. Then one day it occurred to me, I have an audience and I have a medium for dispensing my views and my goofy, pointless stories. My audience was waiting for me on the internet. They are salivating for what I offer. They may not know it, but it is what I have and what I do that will satiate those desires. You, as part of my audience, know what I mean. I am feeling so good about what I do for people I have decided to refer to myself in the third person for the rest of this entry.
Mike was at work today and Mike thought: "What is with all these people calling in to have minutes added to their phones? Mike needs to write Mike's next blog! Mike has no time for this! What do they think? That Mike is at work? That Mike has a job answering calls and filling their phones with minutes? Mike has a deadline! Mike has not written a decent blog entry in days! Mike is outraged!" Then Mike giggled because, of course, Mike WAS at work and it WAS Mike's job.
Once Mike was done with work for the day, Mike headed down the road to study. The good news is Mike only has 3.5 hours left to study before Mike can sign up and take the insurance tests. Mike is excited! The bad news is that Mike spent most of the day sleeping instead of studying. That was not Mike’s fault, insurance puts Mike to sleep! So it was insurance's fault.
Ok the 3rd person bit was getting to be too annoying to continue! Annoying yet fun! The Mike likes the third person! He he. I think you may agree that the third person is best left to the wrestlers, BROTHER! So we will leave it to them, for now. SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!
Anyway, back to what I was saying before I was distracted by speaking in the third person. I was commenting that a lot of my writing is geared towards being read by an audience. A lot of that writing, more than likely, will never see the light of day. Of course a lot of the writing is not all that great; luckily that is not my point. The point I am making is that I write for an audience and I write to be read! I have filled pages in the last few weeks by prewriting blog entries for this place. Some of the ideas completely work and some..... well, not so much. I post all ideas that stand a fighting chance of bringing a smile or getting you to think. This time I will tell you my goal.... no, it is more then a goal it is my dream. What is this illusive dream? I have a dream that this site starts picking up a few readers outside the core group that receive an email every week. I am hoping people read it and they show it to other people, who also start reading it. That is phase one, and yes the dream has phases. Phase two is a next millennia thing. I hope that one day years from now, when people read about our civilization and they study our ancient writing, they discover these blogs. I am hoping that they dub this the Age of Selfishness and they think 'What a waste of time!' Then one day they find my long lost writings. Then carefully translate it word for word and upon complete translation they pronounce their findings by saying "This guy was an idiot!" Then in the history books they have the picture of me dressed as Warden Smiley and a chapter titled 'The Me First King, in the Age of Selfishness'!

Warden smiley says "I think that dream is attainable!"
Updated: Friday, 7 April 2006 9:12 PM PDT
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