I Can Kill You With My Brain

I had a neat little update planned for today.  An update with photos, even.  Unfortunately, I forgot that I needed to slightly edit the photos before they were going to be ready for public consumption.  I realized this as I was about to publish the photos.  Alas, no photo update for you today.

Maybe tomorrow will bring the update.  Unless I forget, yet again, to edit the photos.  Then you’ll have to wait another day.  Or maybe even longer.  Maybe I’ll forget about these photos all together or be too lazy to edit them.  The world may never see them.

Look at all the fake drama and fake excitement for 2 photos that are most likely not deserving of it.

I have always had the urge to write something more substantial, but never the all-out drive and ambition to do it.  Although I don’t read as much as I would like to, I still really enjoy working my way through a well-crafted story.  I admire authors and have always wanted to be one myself.  I don’t know if I necessarily want to have something published, but I want to craft a story of decent length and at least put it out there where friends could read and comment on it.

This little desire of mine has been around for many years, although I rarely act on it.  About 17 years ago when I was in middle school, I wrote a story for “Back to the Future – Part IV”.  It was 22 double-spaced pages in length.  Barely even a short story, but by far the longest thing I had ever written.  Sadly, it may still be the longest thing I’ve ever written.  I think I only asked three people to read it.  One thought it was okay, but didn’t really like it.  One had practically no comment at all. Finally, the third person never actually read it.

Since that story, I have only once attempted to write anything long-form.  Last summer I had planned to write a piece about the S/S Norway (formerly S/S France) ocean liner that was being scrapped in India.  The idea was that I was going to write about how I came to know of the ship and then write about it’s terrible, controversy-filled demise.  I had planned to put this piece up on my old blog, split into about 10 segments.  I wrote a nice, detailed outline, but never  was unable to get going on the actual writing.

Someday I still want to write something more long-form, but the desire to this is not nearly as strong as my other desires to spend time with loved ones, play games, watch movies, or read what “real” authors have already written.  Maybe this is why I enjoy blogging so much.  It gives me the opportunity to flirt several times a week with the writer in me without sacrificing any of the other things that I would never sacrifice for the opportunity to write.

Welcome to ICanKillYouWithMyBrain.com (ICKYWMB).  This post marks my official return to blogging.  If you’re thinking to yourself, “I didn’t know you blogged before, J.R.,” that’s okay.  I blogged anonymously for 5 great years at a site called Mindsay.  I had an amazing time there and met even more amazing people, but it was time for me to skedaddle.  The beauty of Mindsay was it’s incredible community of bloggers.  As the prominent members of the community went their separate ways, my interest in blogging dwindled and I eventually gave it up.  It also didn’t help that Twitter and it’s addictive 140 character limit had managed to replace blogging for me.

A couple months away from long-form blogging was all it took for me to realize how much I missed it.  The community at Mindsay was great, but I liked having a place where I could release my creativity upon the world.  And that’s how this blog came to be.  Head to the About page to learn more about me and where my domain name comes from.  I know it’s a mouthful, so feel free to use the acronym, ICKYWMB (pronounced Icky Womb).

Subscribe to the RSS to get my thoughts, my observations, and hopefully more.  I have grand ideas for the future of this blog, some of which may never happen.  My thoughts include everything from daily photos, videos, original comics, and maybe an occasional return to audio. If you know me from my time at Mindsay, you might have an idea what that last one means.  And feel free to comment.  And tell your friends if you find me amusing (the more the merrier).  And make yourself at home.

Sir, please put your pants back on.  I don’t care if that’s how you lounge around at your home, it’s not what I meant when I said you could “make yourself at home”.  All right, fine, you can keep your pants off.  Just don’t dance… much.