Pulling the ripcord

You might say that I have procrastinated plenty since the establishing of the blog.

You would be wrong.

I had every intention of procrastinating, but I kept putting it off.

But now I have returned to the place where I really have never been.  Which is nice.  It looks so clean.  I guess I will commence to mess it up a bit.

Time to get this thing started.  *stretch*

That didn't help much.

What will this blog be?  I'm not sure, so I will keep typing until I find out.

These first entries are hard.  To follow proper convention, I would first have to start with something known to writers as an "idea."  Turns out that these things are really tough to come by.  No matter what I try to come up with, my thoughts get in the way and totally scuttle the ordeal.

Clear your mind?  That's your advice?  Well, I tried that.  The thoughts did indeed disappear, but so did any ideas, notions, inklings, and the address of where I live.  It is so close to mealtime, and now I don't know how to get home.  Puts me in a pickle.  Mmmm... pickles.

I hope someone turns the oven off.

Speaking of ovens, do you know when they were invented?

Neither do I.  But they are great, aren't they?  No, not at all fast, but they sure do take up the space between cabinets smartly.  Fabulous feat of engineering.

(Stay with me here.  It sucks to be lost by yourself.)

I named the blog Matt's Wurld.  And you are thinking, "Clever!"  Or possibly "Huh?"

Both are right.

My intention is simply to never follow convention.  If I do, I promise to step out of line right away and go tangential.  Unless I'm spiraling.  Then I might just stay with it.  If I spin off, I could very well hit something.  We have had a spate of broken coffee mugs here recently, and I wouldn't want to add to the porcelain carnage.  Plus drinking coffee out of anything without a proper handle could invite injury.  And the taste just isn't the same out of a beer glass.  Tastes like it is missing something.  Like it is missing beer.

Whoa! I just looked up at what all I've typed.  And I noticed that all of those words up there have pushed this sentence way down here.  Shazam!  In spite of that weight, it appears that the blog is officially off of the ground.  Somewhat.  But not too high.  I don't like heights.  If you were to walk beneath it, it might be brushed by your hair.  Or a very tall hat.

Nonetheless:  progress.  That's nice.

Just in time for my unplanned nap.

Come back next time when I type about something I have not thought of yet.

Godspeed.