Allow me to have you introduce myself.
Hello, soon to be faithful reader. You’ve just discovered this blog. You don’t know who I am. You don’t know what is to come from this blog. If you are reading this post long after this blog has become wildly popular, since you clearly missed the boat when this was started, don’t worry, I’m sure all your friends still act like you’re cool. If you’re reading this as post number one (1), eagerly awaiting what will surely be the best semi-regularly updated source of information on the internet, I suppose you would like an introduction. Why should you bookmark this page, or, in the case of those who never bother to bookmark websites, why should you commit this easy to remember blog address to memory, when you have no idea who is behind this masterful collection of words, punctuation, and grammar errors unable to be classified in either of the previous two classifications or a combination thereof? Could someone capable of writing such a horrendously structured sentence like the one right before this one possibly be capable of writing a blog that is sure to intrigue, amuse, and/or inspire? I imagine you would need some sort of proof, some empty warranty that your time will not be wasted…and have it you shall. Rather, I should say have it you already do! Have I blown your mind yet?…no? Have you decided not to stick around and see where I’m going? … more likely, I’m sure. The truth is you already know enough about me from the title, subtitle, address, and this post thusfar. I’ll lay it out for you if you’re too lazy to figure it out, but this is the last time, because I do not tolerate lazy readers.
- Three things are key in my life (in a particular order, sadly): Work, School, Karaoke.
- I am a philosophy graduate. I’ll grant that this isn’t necessary from my blog subtitle, since I could well be writing about someone else, who is a philosophy graduate. This is not the case, for it is I who am a recent graduate with a degree in philosophy.
- I am alive. So breathe easy, those of you who suffer from necroblogophobia.
- There is, I’ll admit, some ambiguity to be found in my web address :charlestonphilosopher. I am a philosopher (self proclaimed) in a Charleston. But which one? Sure, you’re first thought is of Charleston, KY, or of Charleston, UT, IL, TX, AR, MO, or any of the other 20+ Charlestons in states around the country, but it is none of those lovely metropolises that I reside, but rather it is the lowly, historically unremarkable, boring, and ugly city of Charleston, SC that I call home.
- I’m something of a smartass. I apologize for the profanity here. I hope you are not offended. I hope moreso that if you are offended you never return; you’re being a buzzkill. Come back when you can chill out.
The final thing you can gather from this first entry is that the theme of this blog is one of humour…humor even. Ultimately, I’m here to post funny things, slightly amusing things… heck, I’ll settle for posting things here that manage not to induce nausea. Unless that’s funny, let me know.
I should have plenty to post about, between work, school, and even karaoke, (I also take lots of random trips to places – non exciting – but that wouldn’t fit into a snazzy title) so stick around.
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