My apple-headed alter ego’s started a fucking blog…
Ever look at your life and just ask yourself “Who is MAKING these decisions?”
I do. All the goddamn time. When I call in sick to my therapist, but go to work. When I quit my writing job to break into the unemployment industry. When I split my personality in half online, in the hope of presenting a palatable profile to potential employers. And certainly when the half that was meant to stay quietly sordid takes on a life of his own, and starts a blog.
It’s times like these I think maybe I’m retarded, and nobody’s been able to tell me. Because these SEEM like things retarded people would do.
Anyhow, my apple-headed alter ego’s started a fucking blog. And guess who’s going to be the one walking and grooming it? ME.
A blog is for life, not just for Christmas, so you can all expect to see short rants on here, as well as longer, more considered and better-structured rants that actually intersect with an external reality from time to time. Meaning I’m going to try to get my op-ed chops in the place with more opinions per pixel than anywhere else. The internet.
Occasionally it will just be inane blather and pictures of cats.