The Prodigal Son Returneth…

Hey all!

Yes I am alive!  Woo-hoo.  Writing on this blog for the first time in about 75 years.  That’s because I took a portal through space, travelled light speed for awhile, and came back and everyone I knew was no longer around.  But the ice cream they serve at this futuristic place is awesome (hint: it doesn’t melt!).

…Um… okay, Chris.  That didn’t make any sense.  What are you blathering on about?  All four of your readers (you, yourself, and your Donatello toy… did I say four? I meant THREE…and one of them is imaginery, the other two are YOU) will be wondering what in the heck you are talking about.

Well, I’m just writing whatever I want to write, because this is my frigging blog and this is how I pierce through the veil of my mind and I just come out here and say HELLO!

Yeah, well it’s really stupid.  Don’t you have any manners?  Don’t you have any deportment?  You should know better.  You really should be ashamed of yourself!

Oh should I?  And why is that?  Because I’m choosing to throw caution to the wind and have an imaginary conversation with myself while actually being kind of goofy? What’s wrong with that?

What’s wrong with it is that it is stupid.  This is all stupid, and you should know that.  You should know better.  No one in this world wants to read the stupid ramblings of some random guy on the internet writing about whatever the hell you are writing about.  It’s really stupid.

Okay.  Thanks for sharing.  I happen to disagree.  I happen to think it’s kind of cool.  And I don’t really care what you think… anymore.

Well, you should care!  I know what I’m talking about.  You will get no where carrying on like this.  It’s total preposterous, and stupid.  And no one likes a show off.  You really should behave yourself.

Okay, thanks.  I know who you are.  You are the harsh voice of social programming from my youth.  And yes, you may have had control over me for quite awhile.  It’s probably why I haven’t written in this in almost a year.  Yet I’m back now.  And you can’t stop me.  This is my blog, and I get to express myself.  And so I am.

Bad idea.  This is stupid.  NO good will come of it.  Hey! You let me write a typo. you didn’t kerrect that “NO”… wait, they’res another!  and anuther!  wut are u doing to mee?  Hey, I don’t uppreciate this!

Too bad.  I’m the one who is typing this.  You don’t control me.  and I get to write typos if I want, or have you make yourself look like a jackass if I want. Because that’s what you are.

i wear diapers and like to suck my thumb.

Ha!  Doesn’t surprise me.

Chris is my idol.  I think he’s amazing.  Everything he does is gold, he can do no wrong.

That’s more like it!  that’s the kind of praise I want!

what are you doing to me?  You are making me say these …. these horri…these things.. you are making me… you … are….

(goes silent)

Ha!  Apparently I just neutralized it!  That voice has gone away… at least for a little while.

Welcome back to my blog!  Pleased to be here!


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