Xmastime State of the Union

I just noticed that I'm only a few posts away from reaching Post No. 1000. Quite surprising to myself; I'm sure that 2+ years ago when I first ranted about Wally Joyner there's no way I was thinking I'd still be Xmastiming to this day. But a funny thing happens when you yourself create something, when you become that thing and when you truly are the heart, soul and guts of it...I could end it tomorrow, I could make it a daily series of made-up bowling scores; whatever, there is a single soul at this thing and it's me. Period.

But I must give credit where credit is due. Were it not for my friend Monica over at The Girl Who, it never would've occured to me to even start a blog. I don't even know if I knew the genre existed; somehow I ended up at her blog and realized you know what, instead of pummeling my friends with emails every day about the minutiae of my life, I can just put the shit over here in this closet and if they wanna look in, they can. If not, that's okay too. Of course me being me I pummeled them to constantly check in on Xmastime, but hey :) But it was all because I saw Monica's blogging and thought you know what, that seems like something I could do. Or should do, even.

And of course my buddy Op over at the UG. About a year or so ago I found myself locked into myself like chinese handcuffs; it was the 2006 election and I was too paralyzed to post anything that wasn't 7000 words and earth-changing. Then UG started up and I remembered oh yeah, I can write about the election et al all I want, but I can also write about the toast I made ten minutes ago that fell on the floor. Back to my own fundamentals and how I started - every post doesn't hafta be "Common Sense" or "Without Feathers." Not that they were, of course. Shackles off, still sprinting.

One amusing thing about having a blog is that the more people that read it, the more people that think they know what you should write about. I guess it's like me claiming I know which songs Bruce shoulda put on his albums. For instance, someone will come up to me and proclaim that yeah, I should drop my political stuff. Stick to the funny, they say. And they pat me on the head with a knowing look, just knowing that they've done me the biggest favor possible. THEY know what I should be writing about, even more than I do. But they don't see that the next person comes up and grabs my hand and says how much my political stuff means to them, keep it up, stay strong etc. And that goes for everything: more funny, less funny. more politics, less politics. less dirty, more dirty. less angry, more angry. The only thing all these people have in common is they're all 100% certain they're right. 100%. But I always leave each "chat" with a renewed arrogance, a more cemented certainty that you know what, this blog is me. All me, only me. And it always will be. Merry Fucking Xmastime, everybody.