Thank you
Upon reading steph’s blog a few days ago, I figured it was high time to discuss something more personal. Of course, I try and do just that on here a lot, but for the most part, I tend to shy away from the serious banter and focus more and light-hearted, funny posts, because I am a funny guy. When I say funny, I do not mean funny-looking, either, although some of you might disagree. I have read on some of your posts that it is hard to be “on” all the time; I try not to worry about that too much, simply because I am flattered that even one of you will read my posts. I am even more flattered to see your response in the publication of my book. I am very grateful, and I hope you enjoy it. Even if you don’t, I will freely accept all reviews from you. There are quite a few excellent writers out there in the blog world, and I am lucky to have found such a good group of people to associate myself and my own blog with. Do I have a favorite? Not really. I like tons of them, though. Loads.
I get busy at work sometimes and while it is good for my career and all, I would like to have a few minutes a day to read all of your posts. It is a little community where there seems to have a core around each blogger, then another ring of friends around the periphery of the inner circle. I am pretty happy with the people I have met on here. It was completely unexpected! I thought I would get on here and post about my book or random things associated with it, or, at the very least, post a few pictures of my ex-girlfriends with funny-looking mustaches drawn on them, but in reality I have posted on so much more! Aside from posting on vomiting and urine, I have completed almost all blogging goals!
I even gain inspiration from reading others’ posts. Who’d have thunk it? Me learning from others.
In a way, it would be nice to meet a lot of you in person, but on the other hand, what if we met and didn’t like each other? Call me crazy, I would hate to be thought of as a douchebag from all you kind folk. At the risk of tooting my own horn, I doubt you would think THAT, but you never know. It would hurt, you know, in the chest area, if you gave me the finger every time you saw me. :(