Blogging is the new man standing on a corner wearing a sandwich board

So I've decided to start a blog for a number reasons:

1. Several of my friends do it and I rather enjoy theirs. We'll call it being inspired.
2. As an ongoing effort to increase my internet presence, maybe at least get in the first 100 pages when I google my name.
3. A lot of humorous things happen to me and if I don't write them down, a) nobody else will be able to tell me just how funny they really are and b) I'll forget them almost immediately.
4. To coincide with a new, more creative phase of my life (more on that later).
5. I feel in 2011 it's been a lengthy enough period since the time when everyone was blogging about every little thing, therefore it managed to simultaneously become both cool and not cool.

Now there's probably a few things you need to know about me from this point on. I am hoping that there may be at least one person who reads this who isn't a close friend or a member of my immediate family so assuming a minimal level of Davonomics seems the wishful thing to do. I am what would be known in my circles as normal, yet to an outsider could be seen as clinical insanity. The point at which the surreal meets my relative thought pattern is more blurred than an astigmatic fruit fly. At many points in my life I have given serious consideration to becoming a superhero (I made my own cape), thought about getting a star wars based tattoo and spent countless hours in conversations about how to survive the coming zombie/robot apocalypse.

Now many of you may not take this last point seriously but I always think it's better to have a plan and not need it than have you're brain eaten by the living dead. There was a story in the paper a while ago about a guy writing to his local council to ask why they didn't have zombie contingencies in places. They didn't take him seriously either. In my eyes he's a modern day Nostradamus. So myself and a few like minded people have weighed the options and developed a basic plan. For the zombie version that is. The plan for the robot revolution is currently the same but I don't expect to live as long. Plus I think we get a bit more warning on that one so we put it on hold. If you want to know the plan, you'll have to convince me why you're worth bringing along.

So I'm a little odd. But sensible's overrated and rather counter-productive with alfresco-box-thought. Which brings me back to reason number (scroll up the page to remind myself) 4. In the past months I find myself turning a most creative streak. It started in ways not so out of the ordinary for me; building a prop bench, printing a custom monopoly board, making half a horse for a fancy dress costume, you know, the usual stuff. But also in more artistic ways. I have a background in music so comical songs have always been a small part of my spare time, but other members of the "arts" family start crowbarring their way into my interests. I took up street art with stencils and spray paint, started writing poetry, both funny and serious, turned my hand to script writing and found both an enjoyment and an apparent proficiency. I even made a very small forray into fashion, in the form of a suit jacket customised using the tools of my street art. And all of this worried me, always being a very technically minded person, suddenly I'm thinking like the dark side.

However I'm not one to be dramatic (I'll leave that to my many friends who live on the dark side) so I'll admit it worried me very little. And now I guess I embrace my new role as creativish and stick the talismans of my new phase around my neck. I have a little black book to write all my random thoughts, shorts and ideas of sorts, my witticisms and one-liners that at the very least, make me chuckle, I'm a founding member of a comedy circle which currently has no aims or goals other than to be slightly amusing (The Dead horse Society - I'll let you know if we do anything more substantial than update our twitter feed), I've got a sketch being performed at the Edinburgh Festival by a group of fantastically able and somewhat attractive actors and to top it all off, I've a jacket that looks like a hoodie's GCSE art project.

And if the zombies arise in the next week, my next blog may be the most important thing you ever read in your life.