My first and last...

Here's our first Shotgun Blogging, effectively selecting an individual we assumed would write something interesting or insightful, using whatever means necessary to getting them to contribute a single post within an hour and seeing what we get. It's actually quite interesting seeing what you can capture in a person when they're not suspecting it.

Oh and before you ask, yes this can happen to you, noone is spared from psyche-impressionism!



First and foremost, I apologise for the terribly cliche title. Its what they're there for, right?

It's been a long and arduous journey for me to reach this anti-climatic point of bloggdom. I blame Google for demanding a mobile number just to verify an account. Sure it's Google, the owner of the internet. But that does not give them the right to personal details! Or at least, mobile numbers. Maybe it's just me and my backward ways, but you young whipperschnappers haven't reminisced about the times of 'Stranger Danger!' and other such antics where a man, or woman for that matter, does not freely give out such details about oneself. Why, I was walking in my local shopping mall the other day and all over the place were scantily clad barely teenage girls strutting all over place. WITH NO SUPERVISION AT ALL. And you people wonder why everybody gets raped or has AIDS. These girls are practically asking for pedophiles to run their long slender fingers all over their bodies. I fear for future generations, where people will grow up thinking about nothing but sex. I thought the human race was supposed to evolve over time, shedding the biological instincts of reproducing to discover the secrets of the universe. The human race will grow to be too open with each other, too trusting. Then they will learn of the other, selfish humans. Others that exploit the good natures of people to harm them. It disgusts me, really.

Yeah, my first blog post and it seems a tad too...pessimistic? I was hoping for my first post to be unbelievably witty and comedic. But I lack the vocabulary to perform such a mighty feat. My brain isn't good for much other than commenting on how bad it is, unfortunately. I lack the literary finesse of writing a novel, the muscle gorged body to perform athletics, the sharpened mind to appreciate the finer luxuries of life.
~A waste of space.