Bloggobad

For ages, I've felt a linger urge to return to blogtown, a vague sense of loss when I think about the ridiculous acres of Livejournal webspace I once flooded with emotional fumbling and rants about nonsense. However, when slouching back into the ever-crowded Blog Arena, the first question one must ask oneself is this: Why?

If you've come into this situation equipped with anything resembling a sense of perspective, you'll quickly realize that there are approximately ten billion blogs of an equally unimportant nature floating about. Soon after, you will recall all those blogs at which you have glanced at, rolled your eyes and bypassed. What do you, a thirty year old man with a sedate job, have to offer?

TRUTH BOMBS.

As I've aged, my capacity to feel shame and fear of regret have both atrophied to withered husks. They barely exist! And so, like Daredevil, I shall leverage my disability into a position where I can help the common man with my particular insight. Why wait? LET THE BOMBS FALL:

Twenty one years later, the prostitute from Total Recall with the three breasts is still the most profound idea communicated by sci-fi movies.