Justification
"Curiosity may have killed the cat, but a cat with no curiosity is called a scarf." -Me
I used to spend a lot of time posting status updates to Facebook. Whenever something inspired or bugged me I figured out some lame attempt at a clever synopsis and stuck it up for all to see. While it was a great school for developing the skill of brevity, a time came where I just felt like I needed to stretch my legs a little bit. Facebook eventually became, like so many pairs of pants in my elephantine history, unable to contain me.
I also thought I could set up a blog in which I could rant and rave and be suitably ignored by the good folk of the world. It seems somehow less intrusive to the internet experience of my friends and colleagues to keep my nonsense out of their news feeds. All my personal thoughts and delusions are still around to see, but only by those dumb enough to click on one of the silly bradblogspeed posts I share on social networking.
Beyond all that is a reason I've posted about before, but will reiterate here. If I were to offend or bore anyone with these scribblings, I would politely offer but one retort. This blog is not designed nor written for you, although it's my sincere hope that you enjoy it. While I do get excited when a particular post garners some moderate traffic, I'm not even expecting it to be read by it's intended patrons for many years. In fact, it's impossible for it to be otherwise, because my target audience can't read yet.
No, I'm not imagining a future generation of blog-historians describing me to their students as the Mark Twain of my time. Heck, I'd take Shania Twain. Rather I'm talking about two specific denizens of the days after my demise; namely, my two boys. It's my hope that the blog acts like a time machine of sorts, transporting part of me forward to the days in which my kids begin to wonder exactly who it was that their old man was.
Finally, this blog exists because I'm sort of bursting at the seams, and I don't mean the ongoing struggle between my waist-line and the garment industry. To me the world and all that's in it is pretty fascinating, and deserves at the very least a sideways glance while travelling down the road to our doom. I'm not just talking about flowers and bunny rabbits here, but the entire experience of living on this earth. It's my admittedly judgmental opinion that people seem to be missing that for the large part. Modern life is so fraught with the distractions of commerce and entertainment that nary a person seems interested in stopping to look at the roses, let alone giving the things a sniff.
I certainly can't promise to hold anyone's interest with my uber-specific tastes. Nor can I guarantee an ability to convey the deep wonder I feel at the feet of the Universe. All I can promise is that whenever I witness beauty, I'll haphazardly bang away at my keyboard for a spell in an effort to report it here. Feel free to ignore it appropriately.
Deal?
