I am not above self-congratulation, so here’s to my 50th Blog Post at Rhoades to Madness!
It has been good to have an outlet again, but I’ve been overall displeased with my writing. It’s hard to believe that my 18-year-old self had a better voice than I do now, but that’s how I feel. The line between seriousness and witticism was thinner back then, and my older writing slipped back and forth with an ease I can’t seem to manage anymore. Maybe I’m out of practice. Maybe there’s some youthful threshold I’ve crossed and the door is barred back. Maybe I’m actually illiterate and massively delusional.
Hmm. That last one is far-fetched as all hell. It’s nice.
Or maybe I’m too literate and not delusional enough. Possible?
Regardless, I can only hope that by the time I reach 100 posts here that I’ll have regained some semblance of my voice and will be able to fucking blow you all away with how incredible I am. That’s okay, you can go ahead and laugh. I’ll give you a few moments.
By the by, if this blog seems all over the place sometimes, that’s entirely by design. Having an incredibly fractured focus might ass-fuck my web-presence and pageviews, but I prefer to comment on everything that interests me and a great deal interests me. A GREAT DEAL, SIR. So I’ll never have a “movie blog” or a “game blog” or an “art blog” because that would bore me to tears. I’d much rather post Nonsense every day than limit myself.
That said, expect to see more Rock Gladstone. And maybe another odd character or five. Shit’s about to get real, son. I mean, yeah, I’m still gonna post about movies and TV and books and art and advertising and history and hot women and and and and and…but I need to branch out, ya know.
Anyway, since I started this blog five months ago, I’ve turned 30, been promoted, and started living with my girlfriend.
Let’s see what the next five months and 50 posts bring.
I hope it’s a pony.
Dear sweet fucking mother of mercy’s tits! I changed my mind! I don’t want a pony!
I DON’T WANT A PONY!!!