What this Blog Isn't.

Before I get to the point, I want to say that in no way is this blog a place for me to try to be funny. After a quarter century on this planet of finding out just how not funny I am, I have no interest in attempting that here. These are just my thoughts and beliefs about the world and the people in it. In fact, if you want to know how not funny I am, feel free to contact any of the people in the following family photo, circa 2002:

My mother (upper right) I assure you will openly and loudly in large groups or at special occasions like, say my high school graduation, testify to my complete and utter inability to be, even in the remotest way, funny.

My little sister Betsy (purple dress, big smile, bottom right) at the age of 3 told me if I didn’t shut up she would shank me with the shiv she made from her crib post while on lockdown after she was found war painting her face with her own excrement. Betsy is also responsible for creating the nearly 1 million membered website: IReallyReallyHateMySister.com. Google is a sponsor.

You may have noticed, too, that I am not featured in this photo.

You see my family was very quick to support my interest in photography (also just as quick to refute my interest in a camera with a timer) as this prevents anyone from ever having to know that I existed as I was always taking the photos and not in them. In fact, up until I was 8 I was convinced I was a Chinese orphan.

It was once said, that fantasy and fiction are most fertile in seasons of great depression. This blog is just another outlet for me to demonstrate the general meaninglessness of my own words, self and existence as a make believe person on a make believe planet which can sometimes be funny.