Somewhere within his genius, he's decided that I should be writing a blog and he spent the last 6 1/2 hours trying to convince me that I should...immediately.
Not only does this make me question how genius my brother is, but I start to worry about how well we actually know each other.
I'm not important. Let me clarify, I'm not important.
I tend to be reserved, observant and drunk. There are other traits, but those are the most noticeable I've been told. Apparently I'm less reserved the more I get antiquated with various bottles.
That said, while I do draw many strong opinions on issues and things, most are drawn with crayons...outside the lines and shouldn't be considered of value to the masses. What would be the point of contributing to the gluttony of media that's already out there except perhaps keeping the internet one step ahead of Watson's goal of reading everything. (I just made that up, I don't think that's Watson's goal, but that'd be a cool goal) It seems like a silly endeavor and I don't think it's something I need to put the world through at this or any time.
I also like to maintain a bit of privacy for myself and clearly this would open the virtual doors for any and all privacy to be taken out behind the barn...at an undisclosed location...near Google perhaps, but I'm not pointing any fingers.
I've maintained throughout my life, a massive fandom and knowledge of Star Wars as well as Marvel Comics and of course they would be something that would come into play should I ever decide that I actually wanted to blog. There would of course be other topics...like why Garth Brooks never mentions peanut butter dixie cups on fences. Part of that was a joke for my brother.
There are plenty of other resources out there for folks to gain insight into what is going on in those universes without me helping add to the clutter of people trying to over explain why Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda were in communication throughout their isolation between episode 3 and episode 4 which lead to Yoda sending Chewy over to pick up Ben on Tatooine and take him to Alderaan to return the stolen Death Star plans to Princess Leia's stepfather Bail Organa so that the Rebellion could begin a plan of attack against the massive weapon.
I also may write a lot of run-on sentences.
I don't have a strong memory of punctuation, grammar, spelling or other essential tools that one would need to use when writing a blog. This is mainly due to my high school English teacher having been attractive and most of her lessons were lost in the battle between my two brains.
Therefore, I have decided that my brothers grand scheme of flinging me into a creative world where I have fenced myself in with posts is not a good idea.
Putting it simply, I'm not making a blog.
...shit...
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