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Turns Out Writing A Book Isn’t So Hard But Admitting It’s About You Kind Of Sucks

Writing about yourself is actually very easy, unless you plan to be honest about yourself, in which case, it kind of sucks the big one. I don’t think it’s too difficult to write about the life you’re living because it’s kind of obvious unless you have a “malignant secret” dwelling in that pesky id of yours. But writing about how you got to this spot can be trying. It’s a good thing I have all this extra time to work on it because my only job prospects at the moment are winning the lottery and Charlie Sheen’s Tiger Blood Intern position. Both have about the same chance of coming to fruition which is just fine by me. Though to be Charlie Sheen’s Social Media Intern AND have $50 million in the bank would be pretty sweet. It will be sometime before I can open the door to my penthouse wearing my boxers and drinking champagne straight from the bottle, so until then I will knuckle down and concentrate on writing out the ridiculous stories that have made up my life so far, then try to find someway to make them all work as a cohesive narrative. For the next little while I be walking the street with my inner self trying to figure out the route that brought us thus far.
If Charlie calls, I’ll take it in my office.


Don’t quote ME on that

I often steal the remark, “The most uncommon thing on the planet is common sense”. The world seems consumed by a pity-party/hate-fest that doesn’t show any sign of receding any time soon. This is alarming. But, it is not new. 
Was anyone actually surprised when it was revealed that Keith Olberman was a Democrat?
I know one person who wouldn’t have been and really wouldn’t have given a fuck either:

“So much for Objective Journalism. Don’t bother to look for it here–not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.” 
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72

The one thing that keeps some of us just above the fray, the pity-party/hate-fest, is the one thing we possess that others don’t: the truth.
But that doesn’t seem to help. The blind are blind are blind. But we knew this.

“Don’t hate the media, become the media.” 
Jello Biafra 

But we endeavour to carry on the good fight. Some are calling for a much more dramatic approach. I am still formulating mine. But as soon as I know, so will you. The dawn of the Culture Thug is upon us, well, me at least.

“This story shall the good man teach his son; 
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by, 
From this day to the ending of the world, 
But we in it shall be remembered- 
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; 
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me 
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, 
This day shall gentle his condition; 
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed 
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, 
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks 
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”
Henry V (IV.iii). 




Hello.

Some people drink. Some people smoke crack. Me? I make blogs.
My other blog, The Loudmouth Bear, is over on WordPress.com and deals mostly with Vancouver and my adventures in the city. This blog is designed for my inner imp, the blogger who longs to fill the Internet with what Tom Wolfe calls “narcissistic shrieks and baseless information.”
Let the games begin.

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