Hello world!
This is a little different, eh? I’ve never actually had a blog before.
There comes a time in a business analyst/techie (well, maybe ex-techie now)/musician/video gamer/pacifist’s life that he finds that there is not that many people around him that share his love for all things tech/music/video games/peace. What’s a man to do in such a case? Is he to reach up to the heavens and ask for a group of friends that fit those qualities? Is he to yell at his parents or not giving him an awesome slightly younger brother that I…er…HE can jam with?
Well children, sometimes, one just has to reach out and touch someone. In this case, I’m reaching out and touching a much larger population (long piano fingers, it’s a mixed blessing).
So hopefully this will work out. In my head I’m actually much wittier than this post may imply. When it comes to writing on a matter where I have no starting point, I am reminded of Sir Sean Connery’s brilliant performance in Finding Forrester “PUNCH the keys!”.
I have recently been writing a bit more in my spare time and have found Sir Connery’s advice to reflect the inner wisdom of his character. Unfortunately, Mr. Connery was using an old school typewriter in the film and I am stuck with a crappy laptop (sorry, “notebook”) that came with it’s own dinosaur-powered generator. Alas, Melvin the dinosaur passed away one day. I was punching the keys madly (as per Mr. Connery’s advice) and accidentally overpowered my machine. This caused Melvin to have to run wildly and frantically. Old Melvin’s heart never was a strong one and this time, it couldn’t take it anymore. He was given a proper burial in the nearby cemetery and his body laid to rest.
Well, at least that’s what we told the papers. The truth was that Melvin got attacked by a ninja in the middle of the night. Naturally, this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been working very late that night (the ninja alliance and I have a ceasefire after what will only be referred to as “The Vanilla Pudding Incident”). This ninja was a noob though and had not read his guidebook very well (clearly illustrating the aforementioned treaty) and the ninja alliance had assured me that he will be thoroughly punished. Poor Melvin’s sliced up remains were flushed down the toilet overnight (don’t you judge me, do you realize how much an Aparosaurus-sized casket costs?)
Long story short, my PC sucks and I’m trying to get a Macbook Pro. Wish me luck! So far it’s been a hellish journey (details to come AFTER I get my Macbook (if at all) for fear of further jynxing my pursuit of everything hip and tech).
Well, Mr. Connery, there you have it. That’s what you get when you punch the keys. A dead dinosaur and a 500 word count introductory blog post. I hope you’re happy.
