Friday, May 25, 2012

Terms of Use

Greetings from Le Chat Dangereux!

"So where is this bitch going with this?" This is probably the question most of you are asking yourselves, although the statement may vary if you actually care or not (I know I'm a slight bitch; there's no sugar coating it). Considering that you're actually taking the time to read what I actually have to say (which I know is precious time to all; here's where the slow motion would come in handy for facial reactions), I would just like to give you a little high-five.

See? There. You missed it. I'm not raising my arm again.1

In all seriousness, because seriousness is key to making blogs interesting and fun, I thought it would be a nice gesture on my part to let you all know what you can expect from Le Blog du Le Chat Dangereux.

Yet, as I found myself writing this little post of future tidings, I began wondering, "What the fuck AM I going to write about?" In actuality, as I have spoken with the few people that actually read this blog, I'm writing in it for the same reason I write in my Day One Journal app, priced at $1.99, currently sitting on my iPhone; because I believe that I still have not used the app enough to say that those two dollars have transformed my life and my mobile phone for all eternity. In blog terms, the three hours and a half I spent making simple graphics and modifications to my blog and profile need to be justified.

Maybe some other time I will tell you the origin of Le Chat's blog2 along with the countless social media presence out there under that name that currently takes up space in their website's prospective servers, collecting dust and acquiring the name "Ghost Town" to all who pass.

But for now, I have strayed and shall continue on the path of, "What the fuck am I writing about?" I've thought long and hard3, and came up with one answer; everything.

Yes, it is that simple. Everything and anything that just pops into my head and that I feel deserves to have the time taken to actually be written down and accompanied by a graphic, handmade by me. My life takes pretty interesting turns, my dreams are just complete asshole situations, and my relationships may not always leave you wondering "What the fuck?", but they can sure confuse the shit out of you. Along with musical findings and movie reviews (or more tirades on how attractive the men are and how unrealistically achievable it is to possibly be in any type of cinematic situation), who knows what else I'll come up with along the way.

All I can say is stay tuned.

And with that I bid you Adieu!4



1 No, I'm not that mean. If you'd like to high-five me in real time, please let me know in advance and I will begin to prep for raising my arm.

2 Actually the origin of the blog isn't some epic story where I battle dragons and rescue some effeminate prince. Nope, its something more boring than that, so when I do actually write about it, I will assure you that I'll make it as long and agonizingly painful as possible. Hugs!

3 In reality, my thought process lasted for about a milli-second. And for those of you science enthusiasts out there, I don't care how long it ACTUALLY took me to process a thought. That's what it felt like, even though I have no complete conception of how long a milli-second really is.

4 Yep. That's was just another French word in yo5 face!

5 I may exude a few, what they call, "gangster" terms. It's part of my life. My street name is "Wordsmith" and let's not even discuss my street cred.

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