Almost nothing is off limits.

If something catches my fancy or strikes me in a poignant or funny way, my brain works on it until it evolves into a narrative.  I do this with just about anything I hear or see.  No one is safe except that I won’t use names unless he/she tells me I can.  If I know you well or in passing, or even if I just saw you on the street, you may end up here.  It may be you exactly, it may be a caricature of you, or it might not be you at all.   My point is to not take it too seriously.

I find inspiration from anything: a baby that smiles at me with a gummy grin from over his daddy’s shoulder, a piece of paper that is blowing in a funny way, the neighbor that used his snowblower all up and down the street EXCEPT the 30 feet of sidewalk in front of my house (yes, this happened), or a couple sitting across the way in a Starbucks who look like they aren’t on the same page anymore but can’t break from the routine.  Sometimes two or more memories blend in a way that allows me to draw a conclusion about myself or the world.  Someone who was there may say “That’s not the way it happened!”  That’s not the point.

I will find a way to laugh about most anything.  I am grateful for that.  That’s not to say I don’t have seriousness. I most certainly do. I just have found that I’d rather dismiss a lot of bullshit as ludicrous than let it weigh me down.

As I said, almost nothing is taboo.  What is taboo?  Don’t even ask.  They are so taboo I won’t even tell you what they are.  When you read the things I’m willing to address, you may find it impossible to believe that there exists anything in this world I won’t talk about.  There are.  It would take years of following my blahg to deduce the topics I didn’t touch upon.  That’s quite a commitment.

Buckle up.