I'm a jack-of-all-interests and a master of none. I'm okay with that. In fact, I prefer it that way. I'd rather enjoy a variety of things than obsess about the excruciating minutia of.........just.........one........thing.
For instance, I like watching The Simpsons. I watch them every Sunday. I have all available seasons on DVD, and I'm currently reading a book called Planet Simpson: How a Cartoon Masterpiece Defined a Generation by Chris Turner. But that's where my involment in The Simpsons ends. I don't participate in online forums, I don't refer to episodes by enigmatic production codes, and while I often quote lines from the show, I can't necessarily tell you what episode it was from. Like, yawn, if you know what I mean.
The problem is that fanatics tend to condescend to non-fanatics. I should be able to explore my interests through trade shows, conventions, gatherings, online forums, and theme stores without catching attitude for my non-fanatic status.
It's starting to get on my nerve. Intensity does not confer validity.
The title is a quote from the English translation of a 1960 Honda motorcycle manual. I don't actually have this manual. My first exposure to the manual and its astounding revelation came from Jay Leno, who quoted from the manual in his article, "An Art Form Lost," in the March 2006 Popular Mechanics (Volume 183, No.3, for those keeping track). Thanks for sharing, Jay. Who knew such wisdom could be found in a motorcycle manual?
It's time I became a blogger and share my confusables. I've been web-worthy since 1991, when I played my first MUD, and a site owner since 1997, when I coded a showcase for my 3D renderings in good old Notepad. I've held off on blogging, though, because, well, who knows? I can think of a dozen valid reasons why I didn't blog before (I've already got a web site, I use a computer all day at work, etc.), and only one vague reason why I'm doing it now (uh, why not?).
Actually, that's not true. It's time I started blogging because I've got something to say....many somethings, really. I can't guarantee that anyone will listen, but at least I gain the satisfaction of having said it all in the first place. It's off my chest and into the aether of a million faceless strangers. Welcome to cyber-therapy.
