Cranky Bastard

Lets get one thing straight. I am a cranky bastard. I have a job I’m not exactly in love with, a wife I am, and a kid who is just amazing in every way. Things bug me. People who get in my way. The crap that media jerkoffs try to feed us. Anyone who thinks they know it all. Things businesses get away with in the name of selling us stuff. You name it, it probably bugs me. I see too much to just let it go, but I'm too lazy to do anything about it. Once I thought I could be a writer, but like any true lazy smart-ass I don’t practice. That’s what this is, practice, you are my guinea pigs while I try to sound intelligent and clever. I should practice behind closed doors, far away where no one can see all the crap. Wait until I have something decent to spew down on the world. But this is the world of nudity. Everyone with an internet connection and a keyboard/microphone/video camera is hanging it all out, showing their bits for everyone on the web to behold. The place is run by amateurs, geeks, freaks, jerks, hack, and jackasses. I like that.
Move over turds; I am a stupid, useless, cynical, doesn’t-know-anything-asshole. Half amateur, part geek, total freak, utter jerk, complete hack, and willing jackass. I have 7/4ths of a college degree and a job that keeps me just brain-busy enough to keep me from causing any real damage. For now. I’m tired of being an unadventerous wallflower. It's time to hang it all out there on the innerwebtubes and let it dangle. You all can do it. Now it's my turn.

I don't even know what I'm going to say. But if you're interested enough, come back for more. Not? Groovy. Like I said: you're my experiment, my practice. Come with me and we might all find something useful. If not, we'll just fall into the web (yeah yeah.. pun intended) of obscurity, maybe if we're lucky we'll make a Top-ten-worst-blogs list.
I should be so lucky.