Monday, February 4, 2019

Come Be Bored with Me!

And so here we are: bored, together, in Suburbia. What shall we do with our time; those moments between dropping kids off places and making dinners and waking kids up for school and school activities and sportsball and mowing and digging holes in our yards?

Let's have fun! Guys! We're gonna play games, and brew beer, and make fun of ourselves and our families! We're gonna talk about vacations with kids, and why fitness hurts so good! We're gonna read (or listen to) books and talk about how awesome they are! And movies! And music! And...and... Look, honestly, that's a bit high-minded for what's really a self-indulgent reason to direct attention at myself in a positive fashion via a medium we all thought was dead. But I'm getting older, and I'm bored. And hey, you're curious enough to be here, so let's have at it.

But why? I like to write. I love it, actually, and I love to have fun with it. It's not that my ego is large enough for me to think I have Something to Say, mind you; it's more that I read, and listen, and watch, and play, and sometimes those things inspire me to say something. I've got these 3 boys and a participatory wife, and we make shit happen around here, lest any one person get too much time to plot (I've read Machiavelli and we're one whisper away from a coup here), and bizarre, fun things happen around here a lot. I just want to talk about them, and Facebook isn't quite the place, and Instagram is for pictures, and Twitter is for the end of the universe. So, we're here.

Bored.

In Suburbia.

Let's do this!