The road to hell is paved with blogs I have started.
Let's begin at the beginning: the word homage, if you speak English, is pronounced Ahm-udge. Not Oh-maaaahge. That pronunciation is a waste of time, and a clear precursor to buying a $600 vacuum.
But let's also begin with an homage to the blogs I've thought were a good idea at one time or another. The first was about consumerism; a look at the curious duality that I work in advertising, spending my days devising ways to get people to buy shit they don't need, and then spend my night and weekend minutes buying shit that I myself don't need. I should know better, and yet I don't! This was ultimately too serious and too depressing, and it no longer exists.
The next was actually successful, mostly because other people contributed to it: a blog of lunch recipes from a little lunch group I was in at work. None of us work there anymore, so the club and the blog disbanded.
The third was perhaps the riskiest, undertaken during a period of tenuous sobriety and continued emotional distress. It was called "creepy snacks" and was a catalogue of the weird shit I came home drunk and ate. Carrots wrapped in salami, slivered almonds dipped in truffle honey, spoonfuls of sprinkles and the odd 7-11 sandwich were featured posts. The only reason I stopped this blog was because I stopped the creepy eating. Too bad, really.
A couple of other ill-advised stops on the solipsistic journey have landed me here. I'm not going to give this one a specific focus, because sometimes that's just too limiting. I'll just Doogie Howser up a quippy two-liner about what I learned each day, sharing my wisdom with a nation of grateful tweens.