Guess who's back. Not me.

So. I'm restarting this here blog. God knows why, but I am. In thinking about it's conception, I imagined all the wonderfully devious little things I could do. I could create a "gossip guy" site, and dredge up all the dirty little secrets I've gathered from people over the years. This would probably end in more people hating me than I could ever anticipate. I could make a photoblog, uploading all the worst photos I have of people in compromising positions, perhaps even adding witty little captions about what kind of sea animal they look like. But again, I imagine I wouldn't be all that popular as a result. So instead, I'm going to stray from the dark (albeit alluring) side of blog writing, and head off into the downtrodden domain of honest reflection (LOL), meaningless jabber, and minor self loathing. I think I should pick up where I left off in my youth; fighting the good fight against boredom and hapless perpetrators of bad grammar. I shall add to this conquest, those too stupid to untie their own shoelaces, and those with the moral standards of the Dark Lord, Sauron.

Alas - I cannot swim. (The comma)

Ladies, Gentleman and Beiber fans; Good evening:)
I feel the need, in this installment, to introduce the relevance of the comma in today's society. No, comma's aren't for everyone, that I concede - but let's be frank, if you aren't using them; you're an idiot.

It really doesn't take much to string a long flurry of words together, creating something similar to that of a sentence. Infants manage that much. NO - the trick with the english language, is that one needs to punctuate. It's frustrating to have to read non-sensicle babble dribbling across the facebook page. For example:

"I ate cheese yum it tastes so good" - You make me angry.

Now, i've quite sure Pumpkin Pete (Who's name has been altered to avoid confrontation with grammatical extremists) knew he was being grammatically retarded, but he did it anyway. He's so brave. People tend to do stupid things around this time of year: Lady Gaga wrapped herself in dead cow, Jason started a blog - really inexplicable shit. Either way, writing one of these -> "," isn't all that hard.

Another definite positive, is that the govt could never get away with banning the comma(As they may well do with words, eventually), why? They save lives! Example:

"Let's eat grandma" - Clearly, something is wrong with this sentence.

"Let's eat, grandma " - One awesome squiggly line later, and a grandma somewhere breathes a sigh of relief.

Take it or leave it - the comma kicks ass.

Monday Madness

Ladies, Gentlemen, everything in between; welcome to the wondrous world of Warwick Jones - part time narcissist, full time procrastinist(If such a thing doesn't exist, it should); the King of Hearts. Arrogant? No, but self indulgent enough to start a blog.
A blog about what? I have absolutely no idea. Boredom, perhaps, music, clockwork, maths, humanity, morality, the muffin man and just about anything else that springs to mind. Writing doesn't always come easy, so bare with me.
In contradiction to the title, it's not actually Monday, as most of you probably realise - but today was mad, and I'm fond of alliteration. Anyway, yes - today was mad. Bad mad, like feral old women scratching holes in doors with dirty fingernails, mad. At least, that's how i see it in my mind - and I'm beginning to think that's where the problem lies.
You see, I'm bored. While this may seem trivial, i assure you; it isn't. Boredom is like a disease that, given enough time, seeps in through the cracks and paints even the bluest sky gray. One can cure the common cold, bronchitis, ear infection - but boredom... she's a bitch.
I've come to understand that boredom is actually, as it would seem, a major motivator. Strange? Perhaps, but just think - why do we doodle? Why do we search for more? Why do we leave our lives behind? For greener pastures? As opposed to what? The dull, saddened, yellow-brown of our previous circumstance? Call me crazy - but i think we move, we change, we search; because we're bored.
That's not to say that there aren't other reasons - like love(a personal favorite), or ambition, or just for the sake of doing it. Life's unpredictable - I should know, and anything can happen.
Anyway, who am i to guess? No one knows why we do what we do - except us... sometimes.