Sunday, February 7, 2010


Guess what? So, you know how this isn't quite the greatest read ever? I mean, it's not bad by any means, but it could definitely use some work right? Well, I've figured out just what I need to do in order to make this the best thing you can read every day.


I need an interesting life!

That's all. Once my life is totally rad*, this thing'll write itself.

Here's what I mean.

I read/read (respectively pronounced "reed" and "red" 'cause one's past tense, of course) a few different bloggies and I've noticed a distinct difference between the ones that get 76 brazillion comments per post and mine which might get read every couple of days. The people writing them have stories happening to them much more constantly than me.

One author had a tag devoted to things that happen to him on the subway. And one for the gym. Etc. I don't go to the gym. I don't go places. And when I do (like campus, for instance), I'm usually wrapped up in whatever musics are swirling around my head. I don't notice the strange, interesting things happening all around me every day. And I don't ride the subway. Partly because it's scary and smelly, but mostly because I live in Cowtownville, Utah. And even if we did have any use for a subway, I only really go to work and it's a 3-5 minute commute, depending on the lights I hit. And again, I'm usually paying attention to my iPod**.

Another author talks about her exploits and adventures. Traveling around the country, moving on a whim, and other things I'm not allowed to do because I have a job, and a wife*** and responsibilites. I can't get up and leave just because I think it's a swell idea. I have to plan these things. Get time off work. Make sure it doesn't interfere with a drill weekend. Clear it with Wifey.

In addition to these things, I have some other things I can do to enhance the interesting factor in my life. Start drinking again. Develop one or more mental illnesses. Sleep around. Ignore trespassing signs. Start crap with complete strangers over something I would normally ignore. Vandalize restaurants. Disregard my personal safety and the safety of others.

...frick...I had a point I was going to get at, but my brain just died. If I come up with it later, cool. If not, well, hypothesize or something...

That is all.

*: There's really nothing wrong with my life. I promise. It's comfortable, simple, and easy to manage.

**: Don't worry, I pay attention to the road while I jam out.

***: I absolutely, whole-heartedly, and ridiculously LOVE my wife. I want that to be perfectly clear. She lets me get away with crap for which I imagine most guys would get smacked. Or at the very least, eyes rolled at them.