Why, oh why, dear Dylan Donnie-Duke Dali Lama are you wanting to get in on this entirely new thing called blogging? What possible value could you have to add to the millions of voices already stirring emotions and ringing truths 'cross the internets? In short, just what makes you so special? Yes, I hear all of you crying out with these questions and more, so here, in my first post, I will attempt to answer, and hopefully give some solace.
Why am I doing this? It could be that I simply forgot how to masturbate in the old fashioned way. However, I got to thinking (A thing which I am loathe to do, but is sometimes unavoidable.) about how I have managed to get through the more trying times in my life with the aid of plain and simple escapism. Though what I have learned is that it is less an escape than a calculated plan of attack on whatever obstacle seems to be muddying my path. While I might be putting on my headphones and listening to The Cramps "Bad Music for Bad People" after a particularly off-putting meeting at my office, I am not merely escaping into the music. I am channeling the angst and furor of Lux and Ivy until I finally reach a catharsis of reasonable not-going-postalness.
Okay. That does sound like bullshit. I agree. So, let's look at it this way. Dig the fella' in the photo on my title page. I took this pic while I was at Star Wars Celebration III here in Indianapolis. Some might look at him and wonder what possible miss-deeds were perpetuated upon the poor lad to lead him to dressing like a nondescript character from a sci-fi fantasy. I see him as the personification of all that this blog is about. When life hands you lemons, make lemonade, then sell enough lemonade until you can afford your own Stormtrooper costume and spend your weekends giving real-life the finger.
That is what this is about. Pop Culture coping skills. Please feel free to e-mail me your own pop culture coping skills at firstname.lastname@example.org if you would like to share. Together we can make a more blah, blah, blah.....
Next post: Harry Potter changed how I do plumbing.