Hello Internet!

I came to write my first blog only to find that google had changed the title on me.  Apparently, it thought Science Fiction Fantasy Stan would be a much better title than the one I had picked out.  Now I'm not saying I wouldn't love to know someone called Science Fiction Fantasy Stan, and normally I'm not one to argue with the internet, but in this case I felt I had to take a stan!  I mean stand, STAND!  Even though I'm actually sitting down and have no intention of standing up in the middle of Starbucks.

Not that I wouldn't love to inject a little surrealism into the general lifelessness I see around me.  "I am writing a blog" I would announced loudly as I stood, followed by a stoppage in conversation as people cast an awkward glance or two in my direction.  Of course if I announced something else, say, "I'm getting married", then I may actually get some applause and a few smiles.  And then, just at the height of the adulation, I'd kick over one of the shelves holding a bunch of coffee, do a fist pump, and carry off my bride to be.  At that point everyone would be caught between a rock and an awkward place.  "Is this part of the celebration, do we keep clapping?  Should one of us be doing something right now?"

That was a little random but that's where my mind took me so I had little say in the matter.  I'm a slave to my random impulses, or at least, a slave to writing them down as they enter my head when I'm in actuality trying to make a blog.  Call it my inner Science Fiction Fantasy Stan I suppose.  We all have him, that crazy random dude inside that tells us to do things.  Most of the time we can suppress him and be normal.  Other people can't seem to contain him at all and end up being those people who you move away from on the bus because they seem too busy yelling at their own genitials.  Or the other folks who go through life much like Heath Ledger's Joker did, not looking like a guy with any particular plan.  They just do... things.  Which is kind of how I've been feeling lately.  So aside from arguing with my own body parts or becoming a mass murderer in bad makeup, blogging was the next best thing I could come up with as an outlet for my inner Stan.

And blog I shall!