With this post, I make it true. I have tried blogging before. I started one in 2009 to try and share recipes, and I made two entries, and collected one follower: my sister. She made one comment that said, “Yum!” The excitement fizzled and my blog “Feeding Frenzy” was sunk in the water after only two recipes. Maybe the problem was that I am not a writer of recipes. I love to cook, but writing recipes isn’t my thing. After I graduated high school a good friend (and by “good friend” I mean this stoner guy that I hung out with sometimes) said, “I thought I wanted to go into forestry, but it turns out I just want to grow pot.” That made an impact on me. I realized that what I love about writing isn’t lists of instructions, and what I love about eating isn’t the words. I thought I wanted to write and share recipes, but it turns out I just want to write funny shit.