I’m not dead, yet.
It has come to my attention, through various IM chats, email with my virtual friends, and the tumbling tumbleweeds rolling through my server logs, that I’m not famous. No, no, don’t look so shocked. I know it might come as a surprise to some of you, but trust me when I tell you that it’s true nonetheless.
I know, I know. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
Anywaste, after talking it over with some people this morning, and thinking about it for a few hours this afternoon, I have finally come to understand what it would take for me to become a bigwig blog-type person. So, without further ado, here’s a list of what I need to do;
- Write shorter entries
- Post pictures of naked Boobies
- Write more angry diatribes about unimportant minutia
- Upload pictures of Breasts
- Open up and tell people more about me
- Show some Cleavage
- Let Bread speak more often
- Show really big Knockers in tight-fitting, wet t-shirts
- Accept that I will not be funny all the time
- Take pictures of small, fist-sized Boobs with erect, pencil-eraser-sized nipples and post them
- Turn gay, or at least bi, and write about my sordid sex life
- Boobies, Boobies, Boobies, Boobies!
Now, while I don’t have Boobies to take pictures of, or a sordid sex life to talk about, I think I might manage the other things on the list. Like making shorter entries, letting myself get angry and accepting the fact that I won’t always be funny. Like the time I peed in my friend’s pool and told everyone that the areas of warm water were due to global warming.
Sure, it’s funny now.
So, beginning tomorrow you will see a slowly evolving GeekMan website here. I’ll write shorter entries, try to reveal a little more about myself, and even do some ranting, bitching and moaning via Bread. Not everything I write will be explicitly for laughs anymore, but it will all be at least tongue-in-cheek. Things I won’t do are curse, discuss work (due to NDAs), or turn gay. Not even bi. HoBiscuit would not be amused. However, I will see what I can do about that Boobie thing.
Because, you know, they’re Boobies.