End of an Era

Wow, three posts in one year? What an achievement! I guess I should just finish up this post and quit the blogging scene (as if I was ever a part of said scene), leaving on a high note a la George Costanza.

Not really, friend. That was verbal irony.

Anyway, for a short time I had this thing called a "tumblr". You probably haven't heard of it, because I'm sure smart people like you don't debase themselves by becoming familiar with a site that displays such a blatant disregard for spelling. I did, unfortunately, because my soul resembles the flat, crusty, salt-flecked square that is commonly known as a Wheat Thin. Tumblr is like Twitter plus Mean Girls, and as much as I love Tina Fey, I cannot support it any longer.

So I had like eleven entries or something, most of them nonsense. I'm going to post the ones that I consider to display any shred of talent I may possess. So this isn't me having an episode of hypomania or creativity or of any productivity whatsoever. It's just me posting crap from one underused blog-type-thing to another.

A Game of Thorns

So. I am 100% confident that I have zero people reading my blog because not even I want to read my last awkward posting. There might be some aliens reading or something. Or like, really smart chimps.

Anyway. I started reading the book "A Game of Thrones" by George R.R. Martin. I've been seeing this title floating around because there's a new HBO series based on the book series of which this book is the beginning. I originally thought the title was "A Game of Thorns" because of a misunderstanding between my eyes and my visual cortex. So for awhile I thought this book was some kind of Agatha Christie/Sherlock Holmes-type saucy British inspired mystery. Which is like, my FAVORITE. I imagined garden parties, women with lace dresses, hedge mazes, and shocking turns of events. I was very excited, as you can imagine.

Organized discourse

What some unsavory acquaintances might call "neurotic ramblings", I call "organized discourse". This is my blog of organized discourse. I chose the name "feelings of ardor" because it sounds fancy. There may be something more to it than that, but probably not.

I am hoping to write about productive topics, like the popcorn vendor strike of '04. This may not happen, mostly because I just made that up. Mostly this is going to be a celebration of things I enjoy and an ongoing tirade against things I find distasteful. Much of this is inspired by Stephen Colbert who is my humor mate. Like a soul mate for humor. Of course.


I am also going to use this blog to ask the questions that have plagued humanity for centuries, such as:
Why does tuna have to smell so bad but taste so good?
Why are clowns so scary?
Why do Barnum's Animal Crackers taste like pickles?

Because I really just want to see my important contributions to the world written down in a blog that no one is going to read.