Waynie

“Scorecarding in Excel. God man, you must be mad! Why not write a blog entry instead!”

So here I sit, on this wonderful Tuesday night, once again contemplating my navel. I made the brave and bold decision to re-purchase MacJournal, so now in order to get my money’s worth I have to blog on a regular basis. Is this the rebirth of zombie jesus the Waynie blog? Only you, kind gentle reader, will be the bearer of that knowledge, in time… sweet merciful time.

Being a new blog, perhaps I should introduce myself? Or perhaps you should introduce yourself, after all, there is so much of me on the internet nowadays it seems that the dreaded Google spiders know what I’m thinking before even I. All you need to know can be found on the links to your right. What’s that gentle reader, you don’t want to click? Well then, there’s some things you shall never know, aren’t there.

Who I am aside, it’s what I am that I want to talk about today. Or rather, where I am. I find myself in a bizarre mindset of late. I’ve wondered if I’m going insane. I’ve also wondered if this is my body’s reaction to the events that surround me. Is there some primitive human instinct that is pumping the necessary chemicals through my body to throw myself slightly off balance, in a vain attempt to survive the horrific nature of my life? Or perhaps there’s some bug burrowing deep into my brain, espousing buggy wisdom into my once vacant cranium. Who can say. Can you, gentle reader? Can you?

I’m not sure where to begin, on this wonderful Tuesday night. Do I rant of the deplorable actions of CSA management? Shall I contemplate my very existence as I fear I head towards the surgeon’s knife? Shall I lament in a dark, poetic fashion of the absence of love, friendship, joy, and purpose in my life? Or shall I just wax lyrical about the inane, materialistic existence that seems to surround me. No, gental reader, I shall do none of the above. Instead, I shall continue typing in a random fashion, blurting the inner thoughts of the brain-bug onto this pixellated landscape.

I find it intriguing how I am more, yet so much less social of late. I’ve reverted to a pre-adult stage of living vicariously through my screen name. No dearest reader, this doesn’t mean I have a vivacious spread of erotic events on xtube.com (god knows I wouldn’t want to break the internets), but I do find myself opening up in the most safe, closed way possible. I think in my panic, I’ve retreated to what I know is safe. And this is quite contrary to one of my new years resolutions; to be more impulsive. In keeping with the fine tradition of breaking new years resolutions, I can certainly verify that this resolution suffered an untimely death, the victim of our quick fix society. Rest in peace, dear resolution. You held such promise, but it was never to be.

In the safety that I find behind this desk, I do find myself reaching out more to the world around me. What’s more interesting is the dark bird twitter – what an insight into the human mind. I suppose I shall call term this the ’Modern Ambiversion effect’ – the extroversion you find in isolation. What a perfect way to focus on self improvement – completely absolve myself of effort and surround myself with wonderful, kitsch people, living slightly askew off the mainstream, yet quite conformist in an appropriate way. How very… predictable of me.

So gentle reader, a small yet irrelevant insight into my mind. Interesting? Perhaps by now you are wondering what the purpose of this blog is. Am I going to analyse the current social trends, drawing conclusions so simply dismissed as just another rant? Shall I post images, video, and audio of the counter culture which is constantly at the tip of my consciousness, and but a mere RSS feed away? Or shall I find a niche in the overcrowded blogosphere, to carve myself a reputation as a subject matter expert? None of these will come to pass, yet at the same time, they all will. The interesting part about living in my head at this time is I don’t know who I’m going to be tomorrow. There are so many facets to my personality fighting for their moment in the sun, and they shall all have a post at one stage or another. No gentle reader, I fear this is just another personal blog, of interest to those who know me. or who may want to get to know me.

So please, sit back, stow your luggage in the overhead compartment, and lets see where this journey into my psyche takes us. Until another time…