Act One: Operation Desert Breakfast
Today is the day.
Everyone is going, going, gone.
Yesterday, I met with Andrew and Stu at Features for a goodbye breakfast. My original plan was to simply have Andrew, Binkle and myself present - on account of our long lasting friendship - but Binkle was unable to attend. So, we invited Stu to fill his place. Unfortunately, Stu was unable to simulate the authentic Binkle experience due to a lack of facial hair, head piece, and appetite. Nevertheless, we had a good time.
Before I went to Features, I pondered whether I should tell Andrew about this blog and all the topics contained therein. The idea was tempting, but it would have meant sacrificing a great many things. Firstly, Andrew would be privy to everything I’ve said about him in my frequent rages throughout the past year. While I have no problem with him being aware of the truth, it would surely devestate our friendship. Furthermore, my blog links to Binkle’s blog; needless to say, it is not my place to give up Binkle’s treasure trove of secrets. It would be truly tactless of me.
Despite all of that, I was quite sure that Andrew wouldn’t be a consistent reader, nor would he browse the archived entries at any significant rate. Andrew is the type that doesn’t seem to truly desire any knowledge about those he calls friends. It seems - to me at least - that he would be much happier in the darker recesses outside of the blogosphere.
Yet, there was always the gnawing feeling telling me that this blog needs to attract more viewers besides those who are senselessly loyal to my ramblings. Joshua has developed a significant hub of activity at his blog by merely tapping into the seedy political underbelly of our fair country. God Bless The Red, White…and Red.
And that is why I’ve begun to consider the purpose of my blog. Josh tends to highlight other blogs, newsites, and other niches of the internet pertaining to politics. And people love him for it. My blog has had no truly consistent theme in all the long months of its existence. So, I am beginning to wonder what it should be about. There is really nothing to me. I’m a white slate - composed of 75% idle boredom and 25% too much free time. Politics bore me to tears, and it has since the Controversial section of Legends Alliance exhausted my passion for intelligent debate. I think that my mental fatigue stemmed from the fact that there was no intelligent debate whatsoever on those forums.
On the other hand, video games interest me. The only problem is that they have an acquired ability to bore others to tears. Melissa is a gerd - if I may use that nomenclature - and she was bored by my extensive complaints about CAPCOM’s brand of idiots.
Perhaps, after a bit of thought, I’ll be able to find some topic or strand of thought that is savoury to both my readers, and myself.
Until then,
– Jordan