I sucked at it. I didn’t have a point of view. It was more like an "It rocked, I saw some penis in it" or "I hate it, it sucks. The acting was bad, and what about her hair" kinda stuff. I think it would have been more interesting if I pretended I was a Drag Queen movie critic who focused on couture in film, or an Asian guy who railed on the use Asian stereotypes (this was before I found Angry Asian Man’s blog). But I didn’t think I could keep up the pretense.
The second reason was that I wanted to write, or have some kind of creative outlet. I think I am a creative person at heart. I like to do graphic design, draw, doodle, whatever strikes my fancy.
I have been a "writer" my whole life (except that dark time in the 80s when I thought I was a breakdancer). I have written the requisite bad poetry, tedious screenplay, sucky comedy routine, derivative movie pitch and not-quite-serious novel. In a way, this blog is just another manifestation of my mediocrity.
I don’t have any particular agenda when I blog. My ideas come from conversations, dreams or sitting on the pot. If I discuss any political or religious event, it is only because I get riled up. More often than not, I write about things that happen in my life: friends, my job, farting.
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