I guess I wouldn’t say that I’m trying to be an ass, but my usual “don’t be an ass” filter seems to be failing this week.
You see, what you read here is mostly boring. It’s sanitized. Sometimes it’s funny, but harmlessly so. Most of my wacky thoughts, which are often politically incorrect, insensitive, or potentially inflammatory to one or more of my readers, don’t make it into the blog. They used to, but then I got a little older, a little wiser, and figured I should be a little more proper. I also realized that I have more readers than I meant to. I guess those of you who know me well or have been reading since the early days know that my posts that make you balk are usually done tongue-in-cheek, but there’s a legion of silent readers out there who may not know that, many of whom I see on the ice every weekend. Yes, I know you’re reading. You can stop playing dumb now. Leave a comment once in a while. Show me some blog love.
Back to this being an ass thing. I guess I’m just tired of self-censorship. It feels really good to be able to mockingly threaten tree hippies (okay, fine, environmental activists) or spew impossible thoughts about how the entire clothing industry should cater to me at the inconvenience of couch potato shaped people everywhere. Hell, it feels really good to say “couch potato shaped people”. It makes me grin, even though it may make others frown.
We’ll see how this new liberated blogging thing goes. My guess is, some of you will laugh more, while others will balk in shock, maybe disgust, discuss my improper thoughts with other balkers, and decide I’m a terrible person. I’m a little interested in where the some/others split will fall. Perhaps I should install a blog poll.
Or maybe this experiment will be short-lived. Maybe this bout of blog feistiness will subside and I’ll soon return to boring, politically correct, non-inflammatory, I-care-about-everyone’s-feelings self-censorship.
I guess we’ll see.