LWM: Surfing the Web

So, I am at a bit of a loss as to what to put on this home page. It will be easy for me to fill the other pages with content because I do a lot of roaming around the Intertubes. Which is good, maybe I wont feel like a total useless bum every time I waste hours of my life aimlessly wondering from site to site, maybe. I can now rationalize my surfing, “but I’m finding content for my blog.” Do people still say surfing as in “I am surfing the web”,

seems 90sish (look at that string of characters, 90sish, suppose it should be ninetiesish).

I am good at rationalizing things — negative attributes of my character, even though these attributes work toward my own detriment. I can rationalize most actions.

Actually, it has become quite easy for me all I have to do now is say I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel anything, so I do nothing.

LWM: The Lost White Male

Who’s the Lost White Male? That would be me of course, your author. But, I am not so foolish to think I am the only lost white male in the world. In our society there are throngs of lost white males. This lost epidemic certainly is not limited to those of the Caucasian race. No, no, it would be racist to think only white males could be lost. I am only laying claim to being the lost white male that The Lost White Male makes reference to.

                                                   

What is this lost epidemic I mentioned? I share in a overall and general mood of a lost sensation encompassing my consciousness. Vague? Maybe. But, that is part of being lost — a vague feeling floating about, never quite there, never fully materializing, and never diminishing. A type of call to action ever present, threatening to command.

I suspect this is all a product of my biology, my current state in life. After all, I am a biological being and all products from a biological being, are biological in source.