Before I get to the post, a pre-postial cordial.
I love doing things like that.
I love intentionally coming up with post titles that are descriptive, reasonably accurate… and pretentious as all hell. Intentionally arrogant and all full of itself. I mean, come on, look at that title up there. I swear, that makes me laugh my ass off. “On the Importance of Meaning.” It just screams, “Good lord, you don’t half take yourself too seriously, mate. Get a grip and get over yourself. What a pretentious idiot!”
Puts a big old bear grin on my face.
I ride a fine line on this blog, and my approach, at least where I’m coming from, might not be apparent at first.
I’m irreverent, I take liberties, I joke around a lot. I play with ways of messing with words and getting ideas across.
The thing is, and it may not always come across, but I respect the blog, and I respect you, the readers. I take the blog, and you, seriously. I don’t take the idea that folks read the blog for granted. It continuously surprises the heck out of me that you’re here, but I don’t take you for granted. I try not to bore you with whatever my latest fascination happens to be, or whatever I happen to be doing, unless I think there is an actual point that could be made out of it.
I just don’t take MYSELF seriously. I can’t possibly juxtapose the idea of me, Big Bear with the Butt, and a stuffed shirt, pretentious, posturing pseudo-intellectual poofter.
I’m just this dude, ya’know?
After all, I KNOW me.
I like to think that, if someone were to read the blog for a while, they’d also get to know me. I try to be pretty honest, write what I think and how I think it, share what I’m really like.
As Larísa might say, My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts.***
Those of you that don’t run screaming from the room after reading this blog for a while, well, I suppose that means you like me! You really like me!
See? I slipped right into pretentious sarcasm mode! I can’t help it! It just makes me laugh my butt off whenever I start taking myself seriously. I go from being serious to quoting Sally Fields. Sally Fields!
Somebody get this Bear a chicken wing! Stat!
And now that my pre-post is longer than most people’s idea of a normal post, let’s get to some content. Or something.
No, we’re actually going to post the post-post instead of the pre-post tomorrow…
Because I’m a devious evil bastard, and I ‘m still enjoying letting all the ideas I’ve got behind “On the importance of meaning” run through my head, and I bet if I leave it until tomorrow morning to percolate, it’ll be even yummier.
Hmmm. That makes me a tease, doesn’t it? Sweet!