stupidtom.com

To start I’m ABOUT to tell you how much I hate these about pages. I rarely click on them anymore because people usually just fill in the required minimal stuff so that their blogwear of choice will leave them alone about updating their about page. I was going to just delete the effing thing but I decided that was the easy way out. So I have challenged myself to create an interesting about page. This is not a first shot, only shot, type challenge as is the rest of this web log (I’ll explain that statement a little later) but instead this is a living document.

OK, I’m not quite sure what happened to me with that last sentence and I apologize because I don’t usually creep my self out. What the hell is a living document? Anyway, back to abouting:

I should review the rules of stupidtom.

The first is the most important as far as I, the author, am concerned and that is “Once it’s laid, it’s played.“

This basically means that if I hit the publish button - that is what stands as the post, warts and all. This has caused me some grief and anxiety in the past but it does help me move along and keep posting. It has also helped me become more productive as I sometimes have to try and explain what my addled brain was attempting to communicate.

The next rule is “take your grammatical and spelling superiority and kindly up shove asswards.”

There used to be a third rule but it spun out of control and I rescinded it a couple of years ago. The rule was never talk to stupidtom about stupidtom. I used to have to pretend that I was writing to no one and in fact for a while there that was really the case but now I just don’t care anymore. So if you know me in real life it’s OK to talk to me about this crap just don’t do it in front of a group of people who have no idea that it exists. That’s still awkward but I’ll probably get over that as well.

It can’t get much worse, my mom and my aunts read this, my favorite priest, (which I tried to get counted as confession but was denied) and a host of my neighbors and friends. If I thought about that before I sat down for my ten minutes of therapy I would churn out some pretty boring shit.

And that brings me to the last rule but it’s not really a rule but more of a personal goal. I try to sit down and write something for ten minutes every week day. For the most part I stick with it unless something breaks or I’m out of town and having trouble.

That’s it for now but I’ll be putting more on this page later because of that horrible living document statement earlier. Yikes.