Day of Blogs

Those of you reading these as I go along are probably getting an inside glimpse into how my writing looks before it has been edited 40 million times.  I am an obsessive editor.  Really, obsessive.  I’ll edit a blog post for over an hour, reading the damn thing more than a dozen times.  What can I say, I’m a perfectionist.  But here, I obviously don’t have the time for that.  Nope, I’ve got to send it straight off into the world after maybe one or two read throughs.  Hell, I’ve hardly got enough time to write the damn things.  As I’ve gone back reading the posts later, I’ve noticed plenty of typos or missing words that I’ve had to go in and fix.  As I get more tired — this Coke doesn’t seem to be helping (the first time I typed Coke, I didn’t capitalize it, so I changed it worried that people might thing I was snorting lines over here.  I’m not, but I imagine that would help me stay awake) — the typos are probably just going to get worse.  As I get increasingly silly.  I might end up sounding drunk, but I swear I’m not.  So I guess we’ll just see where this goes and how many posts actually about sexual violence I’m able to churn out.  Hopefully another couple thoughtful pieces, eh?

I’m opening up the floor to requests. Leave them in the comments.  A Beatles video you want to see?  A post you want me to write?  A question that you want me to answer, either intelligent or weird?  You name it, you got it.  (Within limits.  If you want me to write a post about whale anatomy, you’re going to have to kiss my ass or donate a hell of a lot of money.)