The Thoughts and Ramblings of an Auspiciously Cluttered Mind
(Like the interwebs need another one of these…) 
So what do you get when you cross a former teacher with too much time on his hands with a website he created for his students? Elephino. No, wait…that’s the product of a certain odd-toed ungulate and a pachyderm.
I guess what you get is this.
For most of my adult life, I’ve been a guy who has talked for a living. I am also the author of a half dozen driving courses and pages and pages of web content to promote them. As enamored as I am with the sound of my own voice, I have come to the following realizations:
- Because of a little thing known as “compulsory education,” most of the audiences I have ever spoken to really didn’t have much choice in being part of the assembled.
- Promotional materials for a product you are not particularly excited to purchase are largely ignored.
- People who take defensive driving are only interacting with the content per court order.
Ouch.
After this humbling bit of self-reflection, I began to wonder; is there anyone who would actually care to hear what I had to say of their own volition? Would anyone not trying to avoid traffic tickets or truancy give two hoots about the ramblings that fall out of my head? Buckle up, Skippy; we’re about to find out.
The truth of the matter is, my long-suffering wife has already heard all my stories. Often, upon meeting an acquaintance of mine, the following exchange occurs: “Oh,” the friend will say, “you must laugh all the time.” “Oh, yes,” my bride replies (usually through clenched teeth and forced smile), “ALL…THE…TIME”.
For now, posts will fall into 4 categories:
F&M – Fictions and Musings. Any storyteller thinks they have a book in them somewhere, and I am no exception. Here I will be throwing out snippets of things to see if they have enough legs to chase after.
J&R – Jesus and Reason. As a recovering Southern Baptist, my path to spirituality has often yielded more questions than answers. Good news, the God I chase now is far more accomodating of questions than that SBC one ever was.
GOML – Get Off My Lawn. As a father of three and grandfather of thirteen, I do find myself falling more regularly into old man rants. These are the ones my wife wants anxiously never to hear again.
OBS – These are the posts that don’t seem to fit anywhere else. The “O” stands for “Other.”
Thanks for at least reading this far. To quote the immortal Lil’ Rascal Buckwheat, “I’m not sure where we’re going, but we’re on our way!”