In the Beginning

   To blog or not to blog-that has been the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous reality alone. Or to revel in it in the virtual company of friends and strangers alike. And, by so doing, entertain oneself. To write, to yap, evermore-and by a yap to say I end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that your flesh (in my absence) has become heir to....

Okay, okay, I'm done...that's all I can remember anyway. :-P (BTW: if you didn't get the reference, then you need to stop reading RIGHT NOW!)
-I mean it-

Now that we're alone :-D
I've never really been the blog type, never thought there was ever an insightful or relevant tid-bit for me to share. Now I realize that there doesn't have to be and I desperately NEED something to do. Moreover,  too many friends and acquaintances have inquired as to the status of my blog-or lack there of-for too long and, frankly, it's getting annoying. So here I am, typing my little heart out as I prepare dinner and drink way too much for a work night. *sigh*

About me:
I'm not a writer. I'm not insightful. I'm not clever and I am certainly NOT eloquent. (See above stolen reference [not cited, I should add!]) I honestly don't know what you, as a reader, will get out of the useless information, opinions, etc. that I will, no doubt, offend your eyes with. But I'm lonely, bored, and in need of some vehicle with which to exact my frustration/amazement/disgust with the daily bullshit that we are all victims of (or enjoy, if that's what gets your rocks off).

More about me:
I am cynical to my very core, satirical if I'm on my game, and can come off as down-right dark and depressing if you don't get it. I'm generally liberal in my political views and base that off my drive to be a genuinely GOOD human being, but realize that the concept, in and of itself, is abstract at best and deeply steeped in philosophy...which I dislike beyond belief. I am a historian at heart and believe, despite my deepest wishes, that mankind (as well as womankind) will continue to make the same mistakes that we have made throughout recorded history.
Does this stop me from hoping? From wishing there was something more? Some hope for humankind to rise above the ashes of their violent past, to think about a future beyond their own existence? Beyond their own selfish desires? It should. But for some reason it doesn't.
I don't believe in GOD: the god, a god, prophets, disciples, messiahs, holy books, etc. I don't fault those who do believe; they have more faith than I could ever muster; but I do believe in the human spirit, intention and reason, the ability to do "good" onto others without the threat of eternal damnation. I believe in YOU and me and all the things we can accomplish-together.

This is a study, really. An experiment to see if I will actually keep this "writing" thing up, or if I will discard it, like so many things before. I intend to use this as a sounding board, a way to get my thoughts and feelings out, in lieu of my daily chitchat with Ang and Sanford and Katie and Matt and Dras and Amber Joy and Sammy and Monk and-and-and....so many more. If you don't like what I have to say, let me know...then stop reading, cause chances are, I don't care. In fact, I'll probably call you out as being a little bitch. I'm just saying....bitch.