This is just to say...

As Bri had some choice remarks in response last time, I will offer a redress. I would like to point out that nothing said either here or previously was meant to be antagonistic w/r/t blogging or bloggers, but rather my own thoughts on what is either a solitary hobby or something of a cult. Second, I'm grateful that anyone reads this at all (actually, mixed feelings re: that. I don't know if I have enough readers to actually warrant writing for an audience, and the fact that I have any readers precludes me from writing blogs a la "Why come no one loves me?"), so take my rantings with two grains of salt and a shot of tequila.

So. I am actually surprised that anyone reads this, as I do write in something of a "found journal" sense. In addition, the few blogs that I read are conducted in a similar fashion. Common titles may be "What have I been up to lately?" or "Why, despite my latex allergy, I can engage in anal sodomy!" Blogs like this are of only one variety, and it's a sort that mine falls into. Obviously there are more specialized ones, but I don't think that I know enough about anything to write that specialized of a posting. Of course, I could just post lists of things that I like or dislike, in the hopes that some frantic reader will be able to parse together a profile of me, and therefore come to some Great Understanding about both me and the Real World At Large. /glare.

As I said, chronicle of my thoughts and whimsy this shall stay. Not to disappoint, here are some of them. I am now in Denver, fighting crime and bad spelling/punctuation. I went up a mountain on Sunday. On the top, there was snow and a yeti. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't really a yeti, but rather a heavyset man whose Ford Mustang had overheated halfway up the mountain. We considered stopping for him, but reconsidered when we realized that our initial assumptions may have been right, and he was, in fact, a yeti. We rationalized our decision by telling ourselves that, if he were not a snow-creature, he could certainly use the exercise one way or the other, and we continued along our way. That was with my friends Dave and Michelle (no relation).

There has been fairly little of note happening since then, which is probably due to the fact that I am prepping for a career of sitting in front of a desk by sitting in an auditorium for nine hours and some change a day. Don't ever let anyone tell you that sitting isn't hard work, or even anything resembling rest. One works up a sweat trying to screw around and not be noticed.*

What else? Denver very cool. I discovered that my spirit animal is a fox, as one guided me home while lost on a run on Saturday night. I celebrated by finding really good new beer (by New Belgium, called Mothership Wit. It's organic, and fantastic.), drinking a whiskey sour and eating a shrimp sushi roll, and then going with my cousin to a club that had a cage dancer and waitresses wearing identical dresses and platinum blonde wigs (PBW, in the future, should I require additional reference).

Finally, a haiku:

Acorns and acorns,
Pandering to my readers,
Don't choke on candy.


Love,
Derek


*This last is either greatly helped or hindered by my new skill: iPodding. While it looks like I am doing extensive equations on my mini-computer/music player, in reality I am updating my facebook status or checking my email. I have, in the past twenty or so hours, complained about the title of an essay I wrote, responded to facebook messages (several times), found tickets to a Deathcab for Cutie show (which I later found out I won't be able to use, and therefore didn't buy), and gotten directions to a place where we may play Ultimate Frisbee, all without leaving my chair.