Back to the Future, Again

Think of all the things I've missed out on in the last 90 days of so, because I was either broke or glued to Craigslist. For example, my neighbor, an aspiring folk singer, played at a festival a month or so ago. Now, I see her play nearly everyday, so my missing her performance was not a total loss. The real fun came earlier that day, when her dog, Forest, broke from her clutches on the leash, as he does from time to time, and sprinted at a young woman sitting on a blanket. The fear at first was that he was bloodthirsty, but instead of eating her whole, he ran right up to her, lifted his side-arm, and pissed on her. Happy to be alive, barely phased by the pooch-pee, the young woman accepted the ensuing apologies and assured she was fine. Good thing, too, because it was somehow her own fault. A hydrant in a past life. Moments later - other dogs, probably having seen Forest's territorial thunderstorm, made there way over to this concert-goer and opened fire. I heard she got up and left after that.

Unemployment is the vacation I never wanted. Sure, it's not all bad- I do have fun, checks in the mail, video games, running off to beaches and concerts with friends on the weekends. No real obligations. But it's hard to justify a day of carefree fun when you live on $39 a day. Somehow, I have been making it work, because I am still here (haven't been evicted) and I signed a lease for a new apartment.
I have noticed that I need to just keep moving. Keep living. Keep working on my portfolio, keep blaHGing, take on some projects and keep hunting. Keep tomorrow on the brain, because it's coming whether I'm ready for it or not.

On with the show...

Well to start, who the hell am I, and why am I the guy you want to go to for social commentary, wise words and wit. I'm like you, perhaps, a little weird and funny. I have a car and I pay rent. I went to college and did all of that. I've done drugs. I love music. I want to be creative. I've had jobs and I have a girlfriend. I hate bad drivers. Always swerving, and sleeping at the wheel. Just lifeless human ticking time bombs.

And, like you, I notice things. Things that are outrageous. Things that are desirable. Things that you never knew existed. I witness humorous interactions. I see events unfold that seem a little too coincidental to go unmentioned and unjustified. Ridiculous behavior that has to be recorded.

And because all of this 'mind-trash' is worth more to me and yourself written, than it is forgotten, than blahg I shall. That and I got laid off and have nothing better to do.

So why not go and watch a TV show or read a magazine? Or just read the newspaper? Why not just get high and trip out?

Because the next hit drama on NBC will probably be funny, and the craziest most talentless act will top the charts next week. The DOW will go up and down and you've probably had all the fun you're going to have with whippets and cocaine. That shit is predictable. This is where the unexpected happens. No one anticipated that poor bastard at Coachella learning the physics of the thong sandal amidst heavy foot traffic. I didn't even think he could do it.

And that's why you're here. Because you don't want to miss it. This is going to be the new old- Springsteen. THE BOSS.

YOU MADE IT TO THE FIRST BLahG!

Congratulations!
Put your confusion aside and try to focus on the excitement.
Face it, you've made it this far, you might as well stick around.

Know that this blahg could be an inspiration to you. A place you go for your news perhaps. Or for ideas on music or food or women. A place you can discuss your job. A place you can discuss your bowls. A source of humor. A source of unfettered reality. And, as I understand it, a place to come plagiarize and pilfer my thoughts and use them in your own life for your own benefit without me ever knowing it.
See? Now you're listening.

Will I come through? Will this blahg live up to its goals? Only time will tell, and since this is day one, get the hell out of here and come back tomorrow.
...stupid internet jerks...

Sincerely,
Alex Vaughn