I’m getting into the home stretch of my proposed “One Blog A Day For the Month of August” goal, and surprisingly it looks like I may have a chance of actually accomplishing it! Once tonight’s blog is written and posted I’ve only got three more to go, and here’s a dirty little secret, one of those posts is already mostly written. (Is that cheating? Yes… you say? Oh, good thing your opinion doesn’t matter to me!)
I wouldn’t label myself as an anti social person but for the most part I do prefer to be alone as much as possible. It’s not that I don’t like people but to be honest it’s very hard to get anything productive done when you have folks hanging around all day, wanting you to “entertain” them. Thankfully this doesn’t happen too much. Sometimes it’s nice to be more or less repulsive in physical nature and almost entirely abrasive personality wise. In fact, it’s always nice!
So I thought I would share with you the environment in which my silly little blog postings are constructed. I’m granting you a rare tour of my innermost inner sanctum. The Sanctum Sanctorium, The Fortress of Solitude, MY ROOM, where I spend the vast majority of my free time. Welcome to “Club Domingosaurus Rex.” (Where the party never ends.)
First of all there is a two drink minimum for any “blogging night.” My 31 day blog challenge may have an unexpected bonus of finally allowing me to achieve my life long goal of becoming a full fledged alcoholic! (Hooray!) Many times during my existence I have made valiant efforts at getting drunk every day but have long theorized I just don’t have the willpower. I mean sometimes I just don’t feel like drinking. (That’s a heavy cross to bear after all.) Yet for some reason (possibly due in part with my fascination with gonzo journalist Hunter S Thompson) I simply prefer to drink while I write. (And to write while I drink.) As the booze flows, so do the words, it seems. Perhaps it is a sort of handicap, but if so it’s one I enjoy immensely.
I almost always turn on all my “party lights” when I am writing. They help me focus. I have all kinds of cool shit in my room. (Some of which don’t photograph too well with my shitty little digital camera, so I’ll just describe them to you.) I have two lava lamps of differing styles and colors. I have two spinning police car style lights. One string of Christmas lights (or as I like to call them “party lights”) long enough to nearly traverse the entire perimeter of my room, two red light bulbs a blue light bulb and a green light bulb, a police scanner, which I like simply because it has a little red light that goes back and forth along the front of it like KITT. (If you don’t get this reference to a popular 80’s action show starring David Hasselhoff I have very little, if any, use for you. Go back to listening to your Justin Bieber music and stop reading my blog immediately) To top it all off, the creme de la creme of my collection of party lights: no less than seven black lights.
And as if I needed any more added inspiration, over in the corner are something like 12 THOUSAND comic books. (And yet, believe it or not, I still kind of wonder why I’m still a virgin. You’ve heard of the 40 Year Old Virgin? I got that beat. I’m 41; going on 42!)
All right I’m almost out of booze. Guess it’s time to call it a wrap and go to bed. Cheers!