I've been doing a lot of reading of Scott Adams blog on dilbert.com lately. I enjoy his sense of humor and observations about life, even if I don't agree with his views about God, atheism and free-will. (I've skimmed a lot of those posts, because, frankly, they don't interest me. Sorry, Scott. Let's just say I was pre-programmed that way...) I also enjoy the fact that he spends a lot of his time asking his readers to help him solve the problems in the Middle East. If he wins a Nobel Prize, I want partial credit...
In his blog, he states that he is a cynical optimist. I immediately understood what he meant by that. I, too, am generally optimistic that things will work out, but at the same time, I understand that the average person will shove me in front of a bus for a free Big Mac.
The posts that I enjoy the most are the ones where he comments on things that happen to him personally. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one who injures themselves reaching for items in the back seat of the car, doesn't like people who talk on the phone to keep themselves entertained in waiting areas, and cannot think clearly if both feet are not firmly planted on the floor.
I also really enjoy his comments on funny news items. He has some priceless observations about the ridiculous situations that we, as human beings, get ourselves into on a regular basis. More than once, I have been dangerously close to becoming a human spray bottle, reading his posts. The man knows funny.
My blog will probably be along that same vein. A blatant attempt to make you spray your beverage on your computer through your face.
However, I will post occasional works of fiction. I continue to suffer under the delusion that there is a novel somewhere inside me that is struggling to get out, and the only way to let it emerge is with practice. I'm sorry to inflict this on you. (But not really or I wouldn't be doing it, now would I?)