In case you were curious…

• Who am I writing this for?
• What am I writing this about?
• Where on earth do I think that I am going to find time and inspiration on a daily basis?
• Why am I doing this?
• How do I think that the presence of my blog will enhance the quality of not only my life, but of the lives of my readers as well?
• Will there be a morning after if we can hold on through the night?

Let’s find out…

Who am I writing this for?

I am writing this first and foremost, for myself. I have always considered myself a writer, but it recently dawned on me that I haven’t really been writing anything over the last few… decade and some. The last time I had something like this going it was during the Free Open Diary and MySpace glory days of 1999-2004. My FOD was amazing – I had been keeping it since the beginning of my senior year of high school and I continued to maintain and update it vigilantly for the first two and a half years that I lived in Boston – so late 2000 through early 2003 has been very thoroughly documented.

And when I say thorough, I mean that from these journal entries you can actually smell stale cigarettes wafting off of Katya’s UFO pants, sense the delirium that numerous consecutive multi-night stints of chemically induced insomnia will create, hear jazz riffs being played at 300 bpm over… well… any piece of music that existed, experience the deja vu that accompanies so many cocktails of dissociative hallucinogenic methamphetacocaine will facilitate and you can also totally experience the deja vu that accompanies so many cocktails of dissociative hallucinogenic methamphetacocaine will facilitate. Seriously, I could put stenographers to shame with a pen and a piece of paper.

Heh, I feel like that sort of attention to detail could have really served me well in some well-meaning society-oriented legitimate profession. I feel like these days of family and children and precious moments and all that crap would be a more meaningful and sentimental record to have etched into my brain for all eternity than Katya the Crackhead Cavewoman of St. Germain Street. Don’t worry, she’s still there, she just doesn’t like to leave a paper trail when she rides off into the twisted facets of yesterday’s sunsets.

So other than myself, I am writing this for everyone out there with a past, a present and a future. The things that happened yesterday did not happen today, and tomorrow is another day entirely. Seriously, I just said that. But hey, it works. I like it.

• What is this all about?

As I mentioned before, I started this whole thing initially because I wanted to talk about movies. But more than that, I want to share my writing, my photography and talk about other stuff… and, of course, movies. It would be really exciting if this actually caught on and attracted some sort of a following. It’s about my incessant need to document my hours and random brain storms, and – as with most things – it’s about the art, dammit!

• Where on earth do I think that I am going to find time and inspiration on a daily basis?

I have absolutely no idea. Yeah… no, that’s not remotely true. About a year ago I started jotting down blog topic ideas when they came to me, I have over 500 of them, I think time may be the issue. We’ll make it work.

• Why am I doing this?

There are a few layers to this one. I am doing this because it has noting to do with Donald Trump, and all the other crap that’s everywhere right now.
In this era of social justice warriors, the PC patrol infiltrating every aspect of existence, celebrities in office, incorrect biological gender associations, precious little snowflakes and the totality of the population – regardless of whether or not they have actually experienced something traumatic because you know, just hearing about it or having to imagine it can have irreversible detrimental effects on your health and psyche FOREVER – being diagnosed with complex PTSD because it suits them, I am constantly finding myself without a “relevant” opinion. And even more as the time goes by, I am finding myself without compassion for anyone or anything happening to anyone anywhere.
It’s a sign of the times, ya’ll – this is what I call being desensitized.It wasn’t violent video games that did it, it was Facebook (so shocking, I know). I don’t like all of the stupid arguments, I don’t like the media frenzy, I fucking hate all of the Trump jokes/memes/farces/parodies/belittling/making-fun-of/etc. (it wasn’t entertaining when he was running for election, it wasn’t entertaining when he was elected, it wasn’t entertaining when he was inaugurated and now it really is not at all funny, entertaining, clever or anything that could be described as remotely clever or meaningful.

I can’t even watch the news anymore, or go on social media because I’d like to be able to maintain some friendships and, you know, sleep at night. I can’t do that if I’m immersed in the crap-splattering from places where people actually think they’re capable of having intelligent, meaningful and civil conversations about this this stuff if their perspectives vary AT ALL TO ANY DEGREE WHATSOEVER – and on the other side of that equation, I know I’m posting about personal stuff on a forum for people who are just way more sophisticated and socially evolved than I am so I highly doubt anyone’s reading. It’s been years since I’ve tried to find another means by which I can publicly and prolifically advertise my insanity to an audience that doesn’t already have an opinion of me based on the opinions of everyone else. It’s kind of like graduating from high school and moving onto college all over again… except this time it’s all in my head…
… that’s why I am doing this.

And posting my photography uncensored. And I want to talk about movies. There are two concrete reasons! Movies and naked photography.

• How do I think that the presence of my blog will enhance the quality of not only my life, but of the lives of my readers as well?

I’ll get inside your head. Somehow, some way. You won’t even necessarily see it coming. In fact, should you find yourself in a state of actively hating my guts, you are on the verge of a love that you may never fully understand but should embrace just the same. Just you wait, I’m elusive like that.

I know what you’re wondering right now and I will address that in just a moment. But first I just wanted to officially welcome you to The Epic Mellow – becoming cohesive is a funky adventure, a groovy gateway to a higher level. Stay mellow, be epic.

• Oh, and of course, will there be a morning after if we can hold onto through the night? Only if you find a way to catch the sunshine, and keep on searching for the light.

Or something like that. There you go.