It's been so long, long, long.. No, I'll not break out into that song because I hate it (NOM, naturally, it's just a personal opinion (I never get this. Every opinion, unless made on behalf of someone else is personal, no? (But sounds convincing all the same))). But it has been undenaiably quite long since I penned an article/ post/ story, let alone posted in a non-Iblogs forum. But it's warm up time. The millions of buzzing sounds in my head will not form coherent sentences on their own, will they? Hmm, maybe they will. but am I willing to take that chance? "What are you talking about?," you ask? I don't know! I'm just warming up. Jeez!
So coming back to it, I keep hearing everywhere that you should write what you know about. Well, what do I know about? I don't care for historical events or personalities. I'm not obsessed with facts (okay, not entirely true. But if I don't find the fact interesting enough, that data is getting deleted, making way for cooler facts (much like my hard disk getting the broom once in a while (okay, mustn't start with the brackets or I'll never stop (getting out)))). I can't debate on socio-economic, politico-scientific (for lack of big words) stuff. And anyway, writing about her headband didn't work out that well for Rachel Barry, did it? (yes, I'll make obscure idiot box references. Grin n bear it. If you can't, then groan and bore it)
I mean, really, just think what our mothers would be watching if any of the soap writers had a clue about what they were writing (secretly, I think they just give the computer to a bunch of monkeys (do not call me a racist or I'll reprimand you with mildly abrasive words which may cause a stinging sensation in your eyes (rinse immediately with water)) and every once in a while, when they accidentally make up a word, they add it to their story and write a hundred episodes about it. But that's just a theory of course). And this doesn't mean I'm stereotyping mothers. Just talking in general of the mothers I've seen and heard of. This does mean that I'll be apologizing every time I think I've offended someone. It makes for very boring reading. Maybe I should just end every sentence with "A thousand apologies" and let that be the end of it. But that will make the posts redundant (more redundant than they already would be (imagine that!)). Maybe, I'll just stop the BS and continue pointless rambling.
Okay, so where were we? Ah, yes, in multiple universes. Also, everytime I think I've come up with this really cool, never before idea, I end up reading it in a few days time. Co-incidence? I think not! My (conspiracy) theory is that my evil self that exists in another universe flows into this universe (of course it's more brilliant that me (I?) because it's astral. Duh!) and gives away the idea to people who were born millions of years before me (learn to recognize the hyperboles or leave the blog post in peace). It's my universe so naturally everthing in it revolves around me. Copernicus be d*amned (I think he was, wasn't he? At least by the church, non?)
But enough about me. Next post will be about.... .... .... .... me. I'm just kidding. I have a whole story, half written. Will start posting it in parts. Plagiarists will be gawked at with rarefied disgust (bury head in sand immediately to escape being gawked at). Toodle-do till I return with the story. Happy sleepy/ non-sleepy/ limbo state (not that state. I have to say this before signing out - Duh!)
