Here I go again, starting a blog that, owing to my amazing ability to get distracted from and subsequently abandon projects, may fold faster than the neighborhood kids' lemonade stand. Maybe.
Unlikely-to-Ever-Be-Asked Questions:
Who are you?
I'm a 24-year-old American currently living and teaching English in Madrid, Spain.
That's nice, but have you got a name?
Yes.
And it is...
Not important right now.
What is this? Or rather, what will it be, if you actually stick to it, Not Important Right Now?
Anything and everything, silly and serious. I refer you to the title, which sums up both this blog and my undergraduate career. Politics will be involved, but so will language, literature, television, writing, editing, travel, friendship, family, food, culture, cultural differences, and strange people on the metro.
When are you going to post? Once a week? Twice a week? Three times a year, when you remember this blog's existence?
I think you mean "how often" rather than "when," but I'll bite. I'm aiming for once a week.
If you manage that, I'll eat my hat.
Since you're my subconscious, does that mean you'll eat my skull? Because seriously, gross.
Where are you right now?
I believe I already mentioned that I live in Madrid.
Okay, where are you from, then?
I'm from the Chicago area. I love hot dogs and improv and I hate Republicans.
Cubs or Sox?
Let's go, go, go White Sox--
Please don't sing.
I don't actually know the rest of the song.
Thank any and all gods for that.
Aw, now, that hurt a little.
Why are you doing this?
Because I have a lot to say and very little opportunity to say it. Strange as it seems, most people don't like it when you ramble on and on during what they naively assumed would be casual conversation in person. So I guess you could say that I am starting this blog as a way to give my friends and family a break.
Can that really be considered sincere, when you're going to ask them to read it?
Sure. This way, they can say no, or say yes and then not do it.
Won't that bother you?
Eh. Maybe I'll pick up Internet fans.
And what of their hypothetical sanity?
Hypothetically, it's probably about on par with mine.
