A Rise To Arms - Members Only?

Good news, everybody. As of November 27, I'm only responsible for approximately 66% of the posts in this blog.

I know that each of you have entries ready to burst from your fingertips and onto the keyboard. Entries with which you will regale the world.

Most random readers would read this blog and assume that I am delusional and addressing myself.

I scoff at them. To these philistines, I point to the 34% of posts that I had nothing to do with. We lay claim to this territory. Members, can you hear me? Is this microphone on?

Motivation Time
Members, the odds are that we are going to lose no matter how we go about playing this game. What game, you ask?

"It doesn't matter. Substitute whatever you want for game - life, blogging, sudoko."

but the past . . . does not always. . . predict. . . THE FUTURE.

Am I right?

Growing up an orphan on mean streets does not mean you are incapable of love in the future. A two-to-one posting ratio in the past does not mean a two-to-one posting ratio in the future.



This scene in Rushmore gets me everytime. Two jocks wrestling. One mounted on the other. Cut to front view of Bill Murray and Jason Schwartzman. Bill Murray looks confused and grim at the same time. In a soft voice, he says, "Never in my wildest imagination did I ever dream that I would have sons like these."

What has whatever club become? Gut check time. Have we become the following video?



A club that misappropriates the meaning of the word "whatever" for something to say with a hand gesture. Or will we use "whatever" as a badge designating an openminded voracious appetite for life and continuous exploration.