Improv blog? I like that. Thanks Jimmy.
And thank you, too, to everyone who has sent in ideas for the upcoming weeks/months/not years. As promised, I will get through them all, over the slow course of the horrendously long time that is stretching ahead of us. But, a word of warning to those of you who want personal things about serious topics, you will have to wait. I’m new to this ‘telling the world about yourself’ business and I have to admit that I am finding it excrutiatingly embarassing. I’ll have to ease into it, in the hope that most, if not all, of you will fall by the wayside somewhere along the way. So, instead of instantly divulging anything too revealing, I may just stick to making fun of Harriet for a few weeks. She should count herself lucky. I’m sure that if Dante was still writing he would reserve a special circle of hell to those who make other people blog.
I suppose the problem is that since starting this blog, I have realised that I am a very private person. In fact, I am so private that there is probably a syndrome attached to it. I just don’t like other people knowing too much about me. I figure that the less people know, the easier it is to convince them that I am both deep and intelligent. But, I eventually realised that even the milkman knows that my favourite non-people things in life are Star Trek, pizza and vanilla ice cream, so I have probably already blown it. I might as well blog. Anyway, whatever the problem is, I will just have to overcome it. I have 51 more weeks of this to get through. It should be possible. Dustin Hoffman, with all of his issues, was able to function in Rainman; I guess I can carry on too.
So, the first topic is…
Oh wait, is that the time? I’m really sorry but I’ve got to go. Things to do, people to see, places to be. But, as Arnie one said, “I’ll be back”. As he didn’t add, “on Sunday”.