I sometimes wonder how much writers block is just us realizing how incredibly boring we can be.

If you haven’t noticed up until this point, this is a distinctly imperfect book and assuming that you are reading this I figure that is a large part of its appeal.

In our rush to be cast into the socks of Professionals with a capital P, we who call the Internet home have become exceptionally boring. We don’t take chances with our forms, and we don’t have fun with what we do anymore.

This is fun to write.

It’s messy, it’s scattered and what it lacks in narrative flow it makes up for with incoherence. But, it’s fun, light and up to this point more interesting to this humble author than almost everything he has put together in the last few months.

That has to be worth something.