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.
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