Destined For Failure

Let's be honest. This isn't going to last. I've threatened to do this for years, and it never goes anywhere. There are a myriad of reasons for this, the most significant of which is that I know nothing about how to operate the back end of a website, and have no desire to learn the rudimentary skills necessary to effectively do such a thing. Some may say I'm merely lazy, but this disinterest is at least partially fueled by a strange brand of luddism that allows me to habitually tweet and text, even as I refuse to use self checkout lines or drive a car.

My Weaverite suspicion of scientific rationalism and progress aside, I am also a vicious critic of my own writing. It's not so much that I think I'm bad. I mean sure, I have awful syntax, my paragraphs end abruptly and often in nonsensical ways (for example the paragraph above this one), I overuse parenthesis and commas (for example...), I can't spell, and I suck with tenses. Also, I constantly use run-on sentences, and start sentences with words you aren't supposed to, and misuse hyphens - and dashes. But really my critique of my writing is that the ideas that end up littering the screen or page, don't match the ideas I have in my head as closely as I would like. So when I do write I don't see it as cathartic or entertaining, I see it as a chore, or a job. And that sucks.

That said I have decided to start this blog for two reasons.

The first is that I said I would after I reached 2,000 Twitter followers which actually happened a few months back.

The second is that the fine folks at Highspots have put up a little bit of Ozark Mountain Wrestling footage on their streaming service and I feel morally obligated to comment on this footage at some length (i.e. 140 characters ain't gonna cut it).

So if you have been waiting for a place where I will collect and publicly share my poorly edited thoughts on professional wrestling, then wait no longer. This is the spot. For now.