Would you like to read my writing?

[Stauderhorse]

I don’t consider myself a good writer. At all. I read something once (I think an introduction to a book) that divided writers into categories, one of which was “passionate amateur”. I almost used that as my Doper name. It’s a perfect description of the way I write. I enjoy what I write and the process of writing, but I doubt many others would (enjoy what I write). That being said, sometimes I “get into the mood” and write a whole bunch of crap. Some of this crap is good, and some is…crap. My point being, today I wrote down some stuff, and I’m wondering if it’s any good. Would you like to take a gander? Be brutally honest. I can take it.

@Stauderhorse

I looked forward to my dates with Julie like a fat kid looks forward to a carrot stick. I’ll eat it if I have to, but there are other things I’d much rather be munching.

@Stauderhorse

Quite a long time ago, on the relatively small spherical planet you all know as Earth, there was a big kerfuffle over whether or not alien beings existed. Some eminent scientists came along and said with absolute certainty that aliens did not exist. Some other eminent scientists said with reasonable certainty that some sort of life existed outside of Earth, but that it wasn’t superior to humanity. Some other, less-than-eminent scientists (or “scientists”, as it were) argued with some amount of certainty that alien life did exist, and that it was superior to humanity in technological prowess and intellect. These alien beings also had rather large eyes and spoke in clicks. Like I said, these scientists were less than eminent. It turned out that none of these scientists were completely in the right. But in a twist of irony that would make O. Henry giggle with sheer glee, the less-than-eminent scientists were the closest to the truth of the matter. I’m sure this is disconcerting to some of you. I mean, if we can’t trust the eminent scientists, who can we trust? Isn’t it funny how some things turn out in the way we least expect? I’ll leave you all to ponder that, while I try and imagine what O. Henry giggling would sound like.

Note: these two things are in no way related, except that they both came out of my brain today. Enjoy.