I could have written 5000 words 30 times over about the fucking DOPE we have in the Oval Office or the hundreds of other DOPES we have running our country that have "R" following their names (Being a liberal helps me sleep at night), but that could be a story for another day.
I could have written daily about the Bruins. But there's something about writing about the Bruins when I have literally zero audience and nobody wants to hear about how Tuukka Rask is a great goalie or that Torey Krug is not currently replaceable that just doesnt make sense. I will probably dabble a bit in shouting (typing) in ALL CAPS (love you, Ovi) I LOVE PATRICE BERGERON, because it is true, I do.
I could have written until I am blue in the face about how much I appreciate my family. My two boys, their mother and every blood relation we have. I am deeply humbled by the love and support I am given on a daily basis and paying that back will be an endeavor that I will probably never completely achieve.
Finally, I could have written a weekly report on Beer League hockey. Go Tents Go! I am really good at that. I enjoy reliving the prior nights futile attempt to remain heart healthy and feel that competitive spirit, but I'm not going to simply write game reports, because that fucking sucks... so until jabroni's (spell check suggests I change this to "Beefaroni's") who cant handle satire obtain thicker skin, I am stuck on desk duty.
These things, among many others, Inspire me. I am very passionate about each one of these. "Writing is a weapon, and it is more powerful than a fist can ever be."(Shout out to Denzel Washington playing Ruben Carter in "The Hurricane) Writing can also be a really good a therapist, or just a good way to find out how many words you can type in a minute. To each their own.
I really would like to write more. I have decided to refuse to acknowledge that I am lazy about writing. But I will acknowledge that I could find the time. Between two kids, a new home and all of life's intricacies, I have been relegated to blogging in my brain. Whether it be in the shower, on the throne or while I mindlessly lay on the couch or in bed watching the same 10 shows over and over and over (Fuck me why don't you write about them, OK deal.)I haven't really thought about writing in a long time until Abby told me she blogs. So here I am flipping the switch and getting back on the horse.
Who am I writing to? Who is my audience? How many people (robots) are in my audience? One? Five? Eight? 10? 100? These questions quite simply don't apply. I write on a blank canvas that gets sent out into invisible space. A message in a bottle that is addressed to no one. Getting my thoughts out of my brain is what matters most. Someone taking the time to read them is an added bonus.
So I guess what I am trying to say is, Fuck You Todd lives on in perpetuity. I will promise to check in from time to time. You may like what I have to say, you may not.
