Monday, December 14, 2009

This might be me at my best. Really take some time to think about that.

I don't actually have an idea for a post.  I'm just going to start typing and see what happens.  I'm sure a lot of you are thinking, "if you don't have an idea for a post, why are you posting?  NaBloPoMo is over.  Why are you still torturing yourself?  I'm certainly not reading your blog anymore.  You're really only hurting yourself by putting up sad videos of you shocking yourself."  I can't really argue with that.  Those are all very valid points.

Now allow me to contradict myself and argue why I should still be posting.  I need to keep doing this because not having an idea is just an excuse, right?  I see lots of stuff get posted on the internet that's a terrible idea.  Why should I be the exception?  Why not join in?  To tell you the truth, I'm not going to be happy until I'm posting the worst possible posts every day.  I need to know that people will not only stop reading this, but they will go out of their way to tell other people not to read it and they will do so with such a passion and fervor that you only see in Raiders fans that sit in the Black Hole.

I was hoping that if I typed long enough, I would think of a picture to draw that would somehow tie all of this together.  Nothing yet.

Still thinking...

Ok, how about this?

Yeah... I don't know.  Try and figure out if that's a real mustache, or if I just drew it on there with a marker.


Syar said...

I still read your blog. And will probably keep doing so, especially if you keep producing curly-cue moustaches. So, sorry for helping you fail.

Madelyn said...

Today I saw an old man with a mustache just like that. i wanted to go up to him and ask for a picture, but I didn't have a camera and I also thought he might think it rude.

Jon said...

Syar: If they ever discover that reading my blog is a disease, I will have it named after you.

Madelyn: Just tell him you're on a scavenger hunt and you need a picture with a stranger. He doesn't need to know what it's really about.

omar said...