Dammit. I set up focus groups, I interview John Q. Public (who is NOT an easy man to find), and research scholarly journals, all to determine whether it’s worth starting my own blog. Sure there were naysayers:
“You’re opinions aren’t worth the toilet paper they’re printed on. Why did you waste all our toilet paper?”
“If I come down in favor of your blog, can I have my lunch money back?”
“We appreciate your interest in our firm. Unfortunately at this time we do not have a position that may be adequately served by someone with your skills and experience. We will keep a copy of your resume on file in the event such an opening occurs in the future.”
Well you know what? I hate boats. And I hate Facebook. So F Facebook, and F you, social networks. You screwed me in high school, and you’re screwing me now. But this time, I’m not taking it lying down, or hiding in my locker, or hanging over a flushing toilet. I’ve got word power now, suckas. And if the pen is mightier than the sword, than a keyboard is, like, better than a gun, or something. So step off, punks. Flights of Fancy Pants is here to stay.