Blank Screens Suck

You know how it gets. The palms get sweaty, the heart is in overdrive, the fingers twitch and the vision goes tunnel.
Am I about to make a complete and total arse of myself? I sorta hope so! If you can't make a complete arse out of yourself from time to time, then you're obviously not trying hard enough.

Yeah - go out on a limb, get a new haircut, make friends with a feral cat, learn a new language, fall in love with someone from an internet chat room and get spurned, or if totally desperate, start a blog.

So I type away, not knowing if this is just a passing fad for a few weeks til I get bored; a complete new start to my life; or some vague therapy-sort of thing which is fucking cheaper and makes more sense than the usual counselling by some half-wit who only makes you feel better by being obviously more insane than you are at any given moment.

Now - lets examine these vague blogging motivations for a second ...

1. passing fad - it could be simply this , although I tend to think this could be rather addictive. Great! Just what I need - another addiction! Oh well, bring it on. Pile it on top. Could get interesting! Another 2 addictions and I get my Officially Cool card.


2. new start - oh fucking get a grip Ogbo! You know that the "new start" concept and the internet combined only end in tears or religion. Had enougha both.


3. therapy-thing - lets expunge the sad bits of my life into the unwary internet public like exploding pus from a boil which has unfortunatly erupted in the neighbourhood of my genitals. Nope - the internet has seen more than its far share of the like.

Perhaps its a game of follow the leader or something! ZuckerBaby - I could blame this all on her. Or Neil Gaiman's wonderful Blog. Or Wil Wheaton's amazing blog-lead transformation!

But no. Alas I have to admit that this is all for me. Selfish little shit that I am. To try and make more sense of the day to day struggle in the odd world of the Mighty Ogbo.

Yeah - and its back to fucking work tomorrow too!

Shite.