As you may already be aware, I am competing in the A-Z Blogging Challenge this year. If you're not aware of this, then you have the deduction powers of a rusty teaspoon, seeing as there is a giant picture slightly to the right side of your field of vision which says "I'm part of the A-Z Challenge". But I'm not here to insult you and your crippling inepitude all day.
As a result, I'm going to be posting a lot more throughout April to fulfill the challenge. I'll be posting every day except for Sundays, because Sundays don't count. Sundays are for lolling around naked, letting your genitals dangle in a bowl of cheesey nachos as you waste the entire day doing a fat load of piss all.
On all other days though, expect to see posts galore as I work my way through the alphabet; a new letter and topic for every day. I was trying to think of a theme for the challenge to make it, well, more challenging. However, most themes I came up with such as "brands of washing powder" or "best insults that have been shouted at me by formerly close relatives which lead to my eventual nervous breakdown" were too narrow in scope and couldn't cover the full alphabetic spectrum. Instead, I just wrote a list of topics for each letter, and a theme started to emerge of it's own accord.
|Now I know my A-B-C's. This challenge is proving to be quite a useful reminder.|
The theme shall be; Me! That's right, me! It's not self indulgance; it's a psychological rollercoaster into my interests and personality.
I try not put a lot of myself into my writing. This is a concious effort as I don't want mundane details of my life pouring onto this Blog, turning it into a diary about me getting angry on the commute to work. Inversely, I've noticed that I know a lot more about the people who read my Blog than they probably know about me. So consider this an education, a getting to know you exercise in which you can share in my hobbies, passions, or just themes and concepts which I find interesting.
The only reason I've not done this before is to stop me revealing my own sexual deviances, such as how I love to place my member between the strings of a harp and strum my way to ecstasy. Or at least, I would if I had a harp, or infact any stringed instruments. Instead, I just let my pubes grow long and weave them into a rudimentary instrument. I've singlehandedly transformed the world of busking forever! And now I've said too much, so I'll leave you with a plea to read my stuff over the next month, and I'll see you on the other side.
Love and sausages,
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