I Wish I Could Write Well
Yes, I realize that title indirectly asks whoever is reading this, “Why are you reading this garbage?” In your defense, I do write some halfway decent stuff once in a while, so I can see why you might be one of the two people that read my blog with any sort of consistency. It’s not like I write all that regularly anyhow. It’s just that reading something like Deadspin, Kissing Suzy Kolber or As Serious As Your Life makes me realize I have no clue what I’m even aiming for with my posts.
Am I trying to be serious? Am I trying my best to be entertaining? Can I be both? Vulgarities and general distastefulness mixed in there or not? My family members don’t know about this blog now, but maybe they will in the future. Do I want them to be ashamed and shocked by it? Do I care at this point? These are questions I should start asking myself when I write one of these posts. After writing up that Roddick-Federer post the other night, I kept thinking it could’ve been a lot funnier. For some reason, I have a natural inclination to try to be professional and/or serious. But then I end up throwing a “fuck” in there just the hell of it. What the hell am I doing?
So in the upcoming days and weeks, I think I’m going to try a bit harder to incorporate humor into my posts, littering them with profanity-filled tirades, irreverent analogies, and lowest-common-denominator jokes. I already wrote up a bit about the COD4 beta that I need to post and I don’t think it’s too humorous. I’ll try my best to spice it up. Maybe throw some titties in there. Tits make everything better. And stupid pictures.
You’re doing good man, I really liked that Roddick post. Didn’t exactly need humor, the title communicated enough.
Well, thanks for the encouragement. I’m probably going to be writing more now that school started up again, because I write in class instead of paying attention.
ditto