Blogging is dead... In fact it is so dead that I can almost see the vultures hovering above this very blog's rotting carcass with a gleeful smile on their pointy beaks. Still, I am such a sentimental fool that I refuse to "officially" pull the plug on this masterpiece of human creativity and humourous mayhem that I have established here(modesty is for the modest and should be illegal after all...). So, let's not call this place a blog anymore since that would infer that it is a relic of past times long gone (it is exactly that but noone but me has to know about it my dear invisible readers...). Let's call this an insane personal diary of sorts... Yeah! I like the sound of that! Besides it describes the state of affairs in this place quite accurately. You see, a diary can be defined as a collection of random personal mumblings that someone has scribbled on a secretly placed notebook only for his/her reading pleasure. Coincidentially this place has only one reader (although I may bail as a reader as well, the guy posting on this blog is nuts...) that I know off and many potential readers that will trespass this sanctuary of lunacy by accident. So yeah, my personal diary of madness sounds kinda of fresh, thus I am cheerfully rebooting this ex-blogthingy to a new blogthingy with a twist(it is like - please sponsor me - coke light and coke zero, same thing different taste...).
This blog has had it's fair share of identity crisis but since I am Greek and 'crisis' is my middle name by now, all is good:).
Let's move on to the juicy personal stuff... I am still in the officially "unemployed" unofficially "getting by" status mode with my 1 year of official unemployment anniversary gone and dusted a couple of months back. My problem has been that I had, so far, the "perversion" of looking for a job somewhat related to my University credentials. However, I have been recently vaccinated against this luxurious potentially fatal, for my wallet, disease and my horizons have been constantly widening ever since. As I see it, the greek economy is more stagnant than Matthew McConaughey's acting with no Oscar looming in the horizon in the foreseeable future. Therefore, after a self imposed harmless lobotomy surgical procedure that had a doubtful degree of success, I have 'willingly' adjusted my career options to the current greek economic climate. Any job except 'manwhoring' (that is plan B+...) will be considered, including sperm donation and attempts at breaking stupid Guiness records for the right price. After this personal epiphany of sorts I am a happier individual and so does my shrink think so...
The time for fluffy animals and ridiculously gay 'cute' voices is upon us, no doubt about that:).
Moving away from my "career resume", I am the joyful dad of a girl nearing 4 months of age. Now, I can't be objective on the matter I love her to bits, so bare with me beyond "the sugary sea of love" I am about to put you through. What never ceases to amuse me with my little ever growing "bundle of joy" is how much excitement she finds in the little things... "Oh, look pa, I got a foot , I got a foot pa..." she would scream if she could, everytime she realises that she is the proud owner of a foot. I have to admit it is funny - albeit demanding - having this tiny unpredictable humanoid around. Plus it is cathartic to bring out, without any restrain, your most childish side interacting with it. Although, truth be told , this side has never left me or my wife, so it was easy to use our 'childish reserves' now that are so desperately needed. Who would have thought that changing diapers would be a breeze and every little smile she gives me a reason to wake up in the next morning? Poetic words from a dad in love or ravings of a madman? Stay tuned to this blogcorner of mine and you will find out...
So is my sense of humour shooting blanks or there is still life to this happy camper of madness? Stay tuned...
Till next time then...
Take care all!
This blog has had it's fair share of identity crisis but since I am Greek and 'crisis' is my middle name by now, all is good:).Let's move on to the juicy personal stuff... I am still in the officially "unemployed" unofficially "getting by" status mode with my 1 year of official unemployment anniversary gone and dusted a couple of months back. My problem has been that I had, so far, the "perversion" of looking for a job somewhat related to my University credentials. However, I have been recently vaccinated against this luxurious potentially fatal, for my wallet, disease and my horizons have been constantly widening ever since. As I see it, the greek economy is more stagnant than Matthew McConaughey's acting with no Oscar looming in the horizon in the foreseeable future. Therefore, after a self imposed harmless lobotomy surgical procedure that had a doubtful degree of success, I have 'willingly' adjusted my career options to the current greek economic climate. Any job except 'manwhoring' (that is plan B+...) will be considered, including sperm donation and attempts at breaking stupid Guiness records for the right price. After this personal epiphany of sorts I am a happier individual and so does my shrink think so...
The time for fluffy animals and ridiculously gay 'cute' voices is upon us, no doubt about that:).Moving away from my "career resume", I am the joyful dad of a girl nearing 4 months of age. Now, I can't be objective on the matter I love her to bits, so bare with me beyond "the sugary sea of love" I am about to put you through. What never ceases to amuse me with my little ever growing "bundle of joy" is how much excitement she finds in the little things... "Oh, look pa, I got a foot , I got a foot pa..." she would scream if she could, everytime she realises that she is the proud owner of a foot. I have to admit it is funny - albeit demanding - having this tiny unpredictable humanoid around. Plus it is cathartic to bring out, without any restrain, your most childish side interacting with it. Although, truth be told , this side has never left me or my wife, so it was easy to use our 'childish reserves' now that are so desperately needed. Who would have thought that changing diapers would be a breeze and every little smile she gives me a reason to wake up in the next morning? Poetic words from a dad in love or ravings of a madman? Stay tuned to this blogcorner of mine and you will find out...
So is my sense of humour shooting blanks or there is still life to this happy camper of madness? Stay tuned...Till next time then...
Take care all!
