so...
this is a blog, huh?
doesn't seem like much to me. just an empty page, really. not much to talk about here.
oh, wait... i'm supposed to be doing the talking? great. now you tell me.
i wouldn't mind so much, you know, the talking part... except that i don't have much to say. seriously, what do you want from me here? i'm just an average guy. well, alright, maybe not exactly average, but relatively average. yeah, alright, there's actually not that much about me that's average at all, really. i don't like football, or most televised sports for that matter. you know what sport i like? sumo.
no, seriously, i like to watch sumo. 2 huge guys politely trying to destroy each other? what's not to love?
i don't go nuts over whoever Hollywood mags say is the hot chick on the block. it's not that i don't like women, it's just that i don't find females with fake hair, fake tans, and fake breasts very appealing. yep, that's not very average i suppose. i don't go for those Twilight-y goth chicks which are the envy of high school girls everywhere either. yes, i'm aware that there is a movie based upon a series of books about vampires that many people seem to be quite enamored with these days, and i even like vampire stories... the original ones, that is. not these teen soap operas with a touch of horror chic added to them. you ever heard of Near Dark? now that's a vampire story: a bunch of blood-suckers rolling around the dusty Bible Belt in a trailor looking for hilljacks to waste. just enough realism to make it seem slightly plausible, allowing for that magical yet mysteriously elusive element which so many modern films lack, suspension of disbelief. no models dressed up as vampires looking for love... who wrote that crap? give me some hardcore down-to-earth undead any day and keep your romantically-inclined, misunderstood waifs with tormented souls and pomade-sculpted hair that only feed because they have to, but really just want to make a difference in today's evil world and just haven't found the right girl to save them from their own wretched existences...
wow, i should write a screenplay. i bet that crap would sell big time. what? already been done? oh, right. never mind.
