I guess I will be known one day for having more blogs than posts that I ever wrote. There’s more about me and my blogs here.
But blogs have genres – by choice or otherwise. When you want to post something that doesn’t fit in any genre, what do you do?
So this is that place – the genre of the blog is “non-genre”. Something like what Forrest’s mother said to him, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Now, if you are the practical-non-mushily-romantic sorts, here is what the The Cigarette Smoking Man from X-Files said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a Peanut Butter Cup or an English Toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box… filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”
My favourite kind of guy, you know why.