Here it is .  My first entry in yet another new blog.  I have neem at this blog business for about nine years now, and I always start out like a house on fire and them I collapse.  I get busy, or I forget.  Sometimes, I just get disgusted and purge the thing and forget the password.  I think I do it because I  get frustrated with my limitatiosn as a writer of a blog as well as the certain set limitations I set-up for myself. 

I've had movie blogs, baby blogs, writing blogs, and humor blogs.  They just all bore me after awhile and I let them slip away.  I think it's because, much like new casts of reality series, I am too aware of some of the conventions of the blog writing life.  I've  been celebrated in some communities, ignored in others and hated in still others.  I write a funny post, an angry one, and then a wistful one.  I always inevitably write the epistalary posts to famous people, the world in general, and inanimate object.  At some point, I write that annoying blog about writing the blog where I apologize to someone for not keeping up with the thing.  In short , I become insufferable in blog form.  I hate that.  I hate it more than anything. 

 The reason I hate it I think is because I'm just like everybody else in my wrong-headed belief that I am a completre original.  All that nonsenese from the film Garden State  notwithstanding, we are derivative creatures who learn by imitating what we see.  That's why there are hundreds of thousands of direct-to -video zombie movies and, hidden in drawers, impassioned knock-offs of Catcher in the Rye.  The true thinkers among us do, eventually, form something akin to originality, but I've had to realize lately  that I am not one of those.  Those hand drawn comic book rip offs of Mad MAx movies became knock off screenplays where the events and characters were changed to make it painfully obvious what a derivative schmuck I really am. 

This failure as an artist has followed meinto the blog world, and I'm hoping that I can shake it off in this format.