Gaylords and Gobbledy Gook

Remember this term? I'm a bit of a gaylord for writing this blog. But what is a gaylord? A gaylord, to me, is someone who is the lord of being happy. Writing sparks gayety within me because if I can appropriately articulate what is going on in my brain than it isn't gobbledy gook after all. Like a painter successfully putting to canvas their intention, there is an immense satisfaction for this feat.

The Universe is too vast for our comprehension so I think that it's the thing to derive as much pleasure one can while maintaining longevity. A delicate balance for those who are more insatiable. I guess I could be too honored to be considered a gaylord for in fact I can also be a cynicallord when I'm in a mood that sees the world as a vast blip in the milky way, a land full of insignificant, selfish people whose lives are meaningless unless they believe otherwise. But, hopefully, no one gives a shit what my opinion is because I really don't know anything.

The First

Today marks the beginning of my foray into the blogosphere. I am not nervous, apprehensive or emotional in the least as all I am putting into the universe are thoughts constructed by a restless mind, nothing more. Here I will wax melancholic, sympathetic, ironic and comic. I may even form a passionate opinion or two about topics yet to be ignited. Perhaps to myself but no bother. Nothing is in vain because I am a blogger and I blog not for me, not for you but for that imaginary canary in the sky that can read and to to whose life these carefully formed sentences matter. This is all for you canary. I hope I make you laugh and think and believe that life is interesting.

In 2010, with every decision I make and everything I do, I will ask myself, 'what could happen if I pushed myself further than I think I am capable?' and I will blog about how this philosophy is working out for me. I will blog.

When skies are grey and life is dull, into my blog I empty my skull.

Adieu until I am duly inspired...