Blog Refurbish!

This blog has laid dormant for so long, sleeping but never dying. Always waiting in the wings, hiding in the shadows of my subconscious. Now it will resurrect itself and take on a new meaning. Instead of random introspections and quirky answers to random questions only, I will review the books and movies that I watch and read that just scream to be mocked, ridiculed, and occassionally praised for their amazement. The next review will bring under inspection a book I've been reading.

Also, check out my new blog about my novel: splendiddark.blogspot.com and see what that's all about! I'm about twenty pages in and excited to see this through to the end.

Now down to some real blogging...

What are blogs really for? I think at first I may have missed the purpose, so let me amend my previous posts by reorganizing my blogging atmosphere from here on out. Methinks my blog should contain ideas for my writing, excerpts from the novel I will begin in the near future, as well as other such constructions.

Blogging is complicated, wouldn't you say? Yes, quite, I would reply.

Why buy a monkey?

Take Jon's advice. Buy a monkey and through some strange and somewhat disorienting connection you will also be supporting my blog. Plus you'll have a monkey to do your bidding.

The first time you had your shoes taken off - how surprised were you to see that you still had toes?

Mildly. Not as surprised as the first time I took my pants off.

If you were a cannibal, what would you wear to dinner?

If I were a cannibal, the correct question would be who I would wear to dinner. And the correct answer to that correct question would be M. Night Shyamalan. The name of the movie would be "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" and the surprise ending would be that my leather jacket is actually the writer/director of "The Sixth Sense" and he's actually dead! I'd buy stock in that film.

If you were a wrestler, what would be your finishing move?

The Tell-tale heart tickler...Eat your heart out Edgar Allen Poe-poe. Also, the Hulk Hogan isn't real.

You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?

What candied apple? Is there something you need to tell me computer but you're afraid that if you do, someone might hurt you? Blink twice if you're in danger. Blink once if my dad really does have a candied apple...