Introduction (or something resembling such a thing)

Introduction (or something resembling such a thing)

I would like to begin by saying that I have no idea what the background picture of my template is. My options were basically, as I would like to describe: shitty. In my opinion, this was the best option, but even still, I don't like it.

Anyway, the basic purpose of my blog is to finally have a way for people to access my work, without me having to bring my laptop to social occasions - completely coincidental - and then find myself in a conversation where I say "it's funny you said that blah blah blah here's writing I've done you might like."

I intend to periodically upload short stories, or commentary, which hopefully people find interesting, or pleasing, some combination of the two - or maybe people will find it boring, and they will ask themselves: "why the fuck did I visit this blog?" To that I say, I don't know. Maybe at the juncture in time where you made this decision, your life was dull and boring, and maybe, just maybe, the thought of visiting this blog might bring you to reach some new revelation about your life. Hardly likely, but I would like to think that this is something worthwhile.

So with that, I say thank you for visiting my blog. The odds of this site attracting any traffic is literally - and I say this with the lightest of intentions - as great as Sarah Palin actually sounding competent, when she does the thing she likes to do that some people fucking call speaking. (And her threshold for interviews is being asked questions that may pertain to magazines she enjoys reading. But fuck it. I want to know if she is literate.)

In summation, I hope you enjoy something on this blog. Maybe the background picture. Who knows. Enjoy...

-James Gross

Monday, May 9, 2011

Discussion Topic

Question: Do bears actually like honey?

I once saw a bear who found a bee hive. He lifted up his paws, stood up on his two hind legs, and took a swipe at the hive. The bear was a father, and his cubs were not far away, watching from behind a tree, who were waiting for their delicious honeycomb. It was to their horror that the bees reacted quite predictably, and assaulted the father bear who was busy destroying their hive. The bees swarmed the father bear and eventually, he died. In order to please the cubs, who watched their father die from behind a tree, I grabbed a piece of honeycomb and stuck it in the father bear's mouth. It may have been too late, but at least he got it.

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