So here we go. This blog was created completely spontaneously, and will probably be dropped when I get tired of it or find something more interesting to do with my life.
I don't really see the purpose of blogs. I highly doubt anybody wants to hear my ramblings apart from my close friends, and I can just call them up and ramble at them without tiring out my fingers. Or I can talk to them in person (god forbid).
Then, of course, there's the slight possibility that, for whatever reason, this blog becomes a huge success and is read by millions every day (again, god forbid). Then I'll have to put up with making daily, or at least regular, updates, and I'll have to face the pressure trying to be interesting and entertaining almost constantly.
Why, you may ask, am I writing this blog in the first place for? The answer is simple: I have no *%@# idea. Actually, I have no *%@# idea why I do most of the things I do in my life. Why was I born? Why will I die? What possible practical application will Trigonometric Ratios (sin, cos, tan etc.) have outside of engineering or architecture summer camp? Is there even an Engineering or Architecture Summer Camp? Who'd send their kids to it? How much would it cost, and are snacks included?
Somehow, I have begun to think about bees. For those of you who don't know, bees are small, yellow, buzzing things. I know this particular description could be applied to almost anything or anyone, from an ink cartridge to the Mayor of Detroit, but you'll just have to bear with me. Bees have stingers, which hurt when they stick in you, and can kill you if you're into that sort of thing. But, bees usually only sting when provoked, bringing me to the point I just came up with. I was sitting with my sister in the back yard yesterday, and a bee felt the need to circle her head noisily and lazily, which my sister apparently took as a challenge. She immediately ran screaming, and the bee, who had probably had a rough day and needed to lash out at somebody, promptly stuck it's stinger into my sisters forearm. She was understandably upset by all this, and squashed the bee with her foot until it was dead. Anyway, my concern is not the tragic death of this particular insect, although I was told later that it is to be made into a miniseries on the CBC starring Colm Feore, my concern is what happened after, which was this: my sister was put off sitting outside by this incident, and left me to my musings. After several minutes of said musing, I was approached by another bee. I continued musing unmovingly and quietly, so the bee ignored me and, deciding I was not a flower, flew off several seconds later. The point of this long and convoluted story is that people overreact to many things, and ultimately come off worse for doing so.
Incidentally, I have been told that my writing style resembles the late, great, Douglas Adams. Reading over what I just wrote, I am inclined to agree with this statement, although I am not deliberately imitating his style. So I have determined a test to see who is actually interested in this blog: please, leave a comment stating your opinion about the above statement. The amount of response I get (I don't expect any) may play a hand in determining the fate of this blog.
"You won't succeed on Broadway if you don't have any Jews." - Sir Robin, Spamalot
