So my dad had this hat…

The Weblog’s a really interesting phenominon.  It’s clearly self-indulgant and basically a alter to myself, which is fine for me and for you, if you’re interested.  It’s fun.  The best stories are catagorized under “Oregon”, but some are good other places, too.

If this where a book it’d have a plot and characters and things, but it’s not a book.  It can’t really have characters, because it’s not good to write negative things about people on the internet (this is true), but character development will cometimes be dependent on negative things.  I also hate to write my own ansty, pop-philosphy things, because pop-philosophy is just not a life choice I can affirm (and I can affirm most), so it’s not here, although it might have added to plot and the continuity thereof.  The weblog is mostly just facts (some of which I made up), which are interesting or entertaining.  Consider it a window into my own internal monolog.  If you where me, you’d be thinking in the voice of the weblog all the time.  It’s fun.

If you where me, you’d be thinking a lot more in terms of lists of things to do, though, because I try not to put those up, because I know they’re not that interesting, although they’re up sometimes anyway.

Also, regarding me, although I’m hesitant to put up any “regarding me” information, because it seems like that should be a clever puzzle you’ve got to figure out as you read, but perhaps it can be as it always is for me, for you, that you won’t read the introduction and will find it so tricky to figure out the voice of the narrator, and then at the end will finally read the introduction and there, clearly and without mystery, will be an explination of the narrator, and there was no tricky artsy mystery at all, and so yes, regarding me.

I’m young-ish, and from Oregon, and I’ve always assumed that everyone sees the world about as I do, and when they do ridiculous things they’re just being ridiculous, until the last couple of years, when increasingly I’ve been aware that they don’t know they’re being ridiculous, and, in fact, within their own context they’re probably behaving perfectly legitimately, which I find very interesting indeed.

I think it’s funny when people say “I’m the sort of person who…”.  I don’t understand why they don’t just say “I…”.  For example, some time in life you’ll probably hear someone say something like “I’m the sort of person who collects things, even though I know they’ll probably never be useful, just in case I might use them someday.”  Why wouldn’t you just say “I colect things, even though I know they’ll never be useful, just in case I might use them someday”?  Is it because it seems to legitimize a seemingly ridiculous behavior by normalizing it as a “type” of person extant in society?  If we where going to make classifications of people, one of the classes wouldn’t be “compulsive collectors of seemingly useless but potentially useful things”.  I try never to use the “I’m the sort of person who” begining myself.  Maybe people use it because it makes it sound like they might be talking about society, when in fact they’re talking about themselves. I don’t know.  I find it odd.

I don’t use spell check and the “N” key is broken on my keyboard.  Just be aware.

If you’re reading the written then please comment, so that other people will also comment, and no one will feel so odd about reading the stories.