(A Blog Every Day in May 2013 Challenge Entry)
I’m a bit sore from a late night workout this weekend. Took a day for
it to set in. something about onset delay blah blah blah whatever. Oh my
nuts. At least it’s a good sore, and I’ll hold faith that the payoff
will be worth it; once I’m rockin’ that George Clooney body I’ll never
have. Taking a second day off, though, doesn’t sound too bad.
Random Jak Fact #112:
I once told a friend that I would make a great butler, and that I would
look just like George Clooney, only... hairier. And that was the only
Day 27, Monday: A letter to your readers
Where to Begin
Dear Jakker Trackers,
may not realize you are Jakker Trackers, but that is exactly what you
are; my sidebar proves it. I wanted to take a moment to thank you all
for taking the time to follow along and listen to my random rambles.
Random may be an understatement. You all are either robots, zombies, or
gluttons for punishment, considering how long my rambles can go on for. I
appreciate the patience and time you’ve all spent getting through these
posts. I love your comments, and building interactions and dialog with
you all. I look forward to it!
Soon you will ALL be familiar with Jak-speak! Then I shall take over the world! I mean we... >.> Yes, we... Along with my army of bush babies!
stated that while this blog — and the writing involved — is for myself,
it’s also for you. To open bits and pieces of myself, exposing my
innards to the world... Fuck that’s gross... Figuratively... Sharing
some of the more closed off parts of my being — my soul — with those
caring to listen. But, I will be brutally honest on the flip end: if you
decided to stop listening, that’s okay too, I would continue on. I’m
well practiced in talking to myself, why not writing to myself?
that ruin the moment? I hope not, because I’m a brutally honest kind of
guy. If taking offense, you may have accidentally wandered into the
wrong place. This isn’t a field of tulips in which we tiptoe around in
fear of stepping on one. Sometimes those suckers get crushed, and that’s
okay. That’s life.
being said, I’m beyond grateful for the friends I’ve already made since
I began blogging just months ago. Also, those made during NaNoWriMo
2012. Most everyone has been supportive and it’s been a great
experience. The rough patches were smoothed over and hiccups worked out,
just as the ones to come will be. There will indeed be more roadblocks
along this journey, and again, that’s okay. Whether alone or with help I
will overcome them. Though, I’d much prefer you to be there with me.
apologize (maybe this should have been the post for my BEDiM apology)
for falling behind, once again, with comments and reading on my end. I
feel dirty about it really, but I’m one damned slow reader. I’d like to
think that once I get to the entries you are sharing with the world,
that it’s evident just how grateful I am to be engaging within your own
sometimes wonder if there are blogger conventions or meetups. Those
type of social interactions have existed within gaming, podcasting, and
vlogging communities, so why not blogging?
the BEDiM Challenge wraps up I’ve a handful of topics I plan to touch
on, but I’m also curious if there happens to be certain subjects my
readers may wish to have discussed. Subjects/topics they would like to
know my thoughts and/or opinions on. Maybe questions they — you — have
for me. Feel free to share, if so.
With how randomly lost my posts probably get in the daily mix, and with how late I post, I may bring this topic up again.
you again for following along and partaking in this journey with me. It
means the world to me, and I’m looking forward to our future together!
Once I... we...
take over the world, that is! Along with the bush babies, hereafter
referred to as the Bush Baby Brigade, there will be no stopping m... us... no stopping us.
there any subjects you would like to see discussed in the future? Are
you a robot, zombie, or glutton for punishment? Do you know anyone who
could smuggle me an army of bush babies? I’d really hate to go round
them all up myself. I know... lazy becomes me.