OK, so I've finally broken down and decided to blog. Don't expect gold or anything insightful. I just figured, why not have a place to rant every once and a while, in between the frantic, hate-filled calls from my ex-wife and the barking marathons from the pit bulls next door. Maybe this will inspire me to get back to my real writing (those here that know me best are aware of my artistic aspirations) or maybe I'll use this as a forum in which to resume my review of the Huskers' 2007 football season that I started on the Nebraska message board.
So here it is, the beginning, a tabula rasa if you will, probably brought on by the fact that I stayed up until six o'clock in the morning finishing Stephen King's latest novel, Duma Key, (no, I wasn't scared) and watching Apocalypse Now on TCM (ok, so maybe I was a little weirded out). Incidentally Duma Key is a pretty good novel, much better than his last effort, Cell. This time around, he got me to invest in his characters, though the story was a bit long (I think it weighs in at about 600 pages), but it had the classic tragedy feel of some of his earlier works, like Pet Sematary. And in case you're wondering (doubtful), no, I'm not a big Stephen King fan, though I do think he is one of the more accomplished American writers of our time and I have read the majority of his books. As I've gotten older, my tastes have ran more towards satire, especially the works of Bret Easton Ellis (American Psycho) and Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club).
But enough about my literary tastes.
So as I ride the roller coaster of my life, I'll check in from time to time and bore you with it. I doubt that it will be anything as witty as B_C's fine work, but maybe it will placate those who think I divulge too much personal information on the message boards. And while I'll be stunned if I receive any replies for my effort, at least I'll have a place to vent.
As for now, I think Renee and I are going to dinner, so I better jump in the shower before she kills me. Tomorrow, I'm thinking of hanging out at the strip club and getting drunk, so maybe I'll have some better material by then. (Once again, doubtful).