Fall is Coming

Wow, it's kind of cold outside. I went to the dumpster behind my apartment in my usual lounging outfit (sleep shorts and a thin tee, if you are a visual thinker) to empty my trash can and was shocked that it was so chilly. This really isn't why I'm posting tonight, but I've heard that talking about the weather is a good way to break the ice. That's why polar bears hate talking about the weather.

I've been busy lately, but I wrote a short story while sitting in class the other day that I felt like posting. This story came about because Ann Hamilton, half of Shenanigans of E26, sent me random symbols and told me to write a story using some of them. Since I was sitting in Econ for Managers I really didn't have anything better to do so I spent the rest of class crafting the story that follows. I personally don't feel like it's my best work (that being either my Dr. Horrible sequel or "Tim and Batman Go Ride Dinosaurs and Then Eat Bacon") but I need to get more comfortable letting others read my work, and what better place for that than my sexy blog. Hope you enjoy.

Also, I haven't forgotten my other projects. They are just more of a slow process than I originally thought. Think of this as a chance to practice some delayed gratification.

I present: Góshé

Small update, random things

I've been a bit busy late with school and things, but I wanted to touch on a few things while I work on some bigger posts for the future. I'm still working on the multi-part "Gentleman's Guide to First Dates" so that's pretty exciting. I'm also gonna try some new things out for the blog, so be patient with me. I think you'll like them. 

Now it's time for some quick thoughts:

Aquaman deserves more respect. He's the king of Atlantis! Seriously, just read about him:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aquaman

I think I'm ready to learn how to swim. If anyone wants to help, I'm willing to give it the old college try.

This year I feel like the Presidential election will be decided by the women's vote. It's definitely going to be an interesting next few months.

I'd like to read more female authors. Anyone have any suggestions? I'm game for reading almost any type of book or any genre.

Finally, I'm really bad at laundry. I just wanted to share that. If someone wants to come fold and iron my clothes I will serenade you.

That's it for right now. Thanks for being you. Until next time...

 

The post where I don't talk about Batman

When I woke up this morning I followed my typical morning routine. I open my eyes, stretch while making fierce noises, and look around my room. Since I haven’t really cleaned my room in a few days my desk is currently covered with all the junk I haven’t figured out where it goes yet. On my desk I have not one, but two quite large dinosaurs that watch over me while I sleep. Usually I don’t give them a second thought, but today I realized I’m a 23 year-old man with two extra large dinosaurs (as well as a wizarding bear, a cowbell, and floppy hat) sitting on my desk where work should be. AND IT'S AWESOME!!!

Ok, to be fair it's not the most awesome thing in the world. But those dinosaurs represent something that is amazing.. They represent Passion (capitalized for emphasis). Let's face facts, I'm a weird guy. I don't eat onions, I don't trust jello, I secretly wake up every morning and try to bend the elements, and I consistently rank Roadhouse among my all time favorite movies.

I'm crazy for Swayze

I'm also way too into dinosaurs, I know more than one person should about superheroes, watch too much T.V., still watch professional wrestling,  and laugh way too hard at things that aren't that funny. And I do these things because I'm so passionate about them. When I was younger I was so afraid of being myself that I hid things from people that I really enjoyed. It wasn't until college that I could finally let my geek flag fly and be the person that I wanted to be for the longest. And once I started letting loose, the dam burst and I found all kinds of great things about myself. So strange things as well, but that's beside the point. I feel like once I realized what I was passionate about, I was finally able to be the happiest person that I can be. 

So why is all this important? What does my realization that I love elbow drops and laser vision have to do with you? The answer is EVERYTHING!!! If someone asks you what you're passionate about, and you don't have an answer you're missing out on something big. A life without passion isn't a life, it's a shell. I implore you, take a good look at your life and find something you care about, something that ignites the fires within your soul. Don't be afraid of what others will say, just fear that you might miss out on something amazing in your life. Find something, anything, and grab hold!!! 

Maybe not just anything. Remember: Cannibalism is wrong.

Sorry for all  the exclamation points in this post. I guess you could say I'm really... passionate about the subject. 

Also I'm passionate about normal stuff too, like geocaching, cooking, and  not getting hit by a bus

On another note, I've got some ideas for the next few posts, but I'd like to hear what you'd be interested in reading. I've got the "Gentleman's Guide to First Dates" lined up as well as a piece on independent music. 

Feel free to post ideas here, or if you choose you could smash your face into your keyboard until a witty comment appears. I hear that's how Shakespeare did it. Until next time...