La Vie Boheme!

Ah...La Vie Boheme.
Or, the Bohemian life.


Bohemians are artists that drift away from the mainstream. They're often starving artists, struggling to pay their rent and hiding from their landlords.

If it's that bad, who wants to be a Bohemian?

I do! :D

It means I don't have to have a boring nine-to-five job pushing papers. I won't have to listen to a boss, I can work on my own schedule, and I can toss burning eviction notices off the balcony of my Lower Manhattan fifth-floor loft, which, of course, has no heat. It doesn't have a buzzer, either, so you'll have to give me a call from the payphone down on the street. I'll toss you the key.

And, most importantly, I can just write all day. To be honest, that's what I want to do with my life. I want to write.

Okay, people... I know you're thinking that starving artists will amount to nothing and that it would be better to just go to college and be an engineer or something. Engineers are important. So are inventors and doctors and junk. Without those people we'd be sick and we wouldn't have any fun stuff. I appreciate my iPod and the guy who made it.

But let's face it. Without artists, life would be boring. You know it. Admit it. There'd be no actors to fawn over, no art galleries to take your fifth grade field trip to, and absolutely no music. No classic symphonies. No heavy metal. No soundtracks. Not even elevator music.

And so, I dedicate this blog to art. And fun stuff. And random stuff.
Isn't blogging an art of its own?
Now go pat an artist on the head and say, "Thank you for making my life not boring." Who knows... maybe you'll inspire a new song called "The Crazy Guy Who Patted My Head."
I remain, gentlebloggers, your humble servant,
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