You know the crazy old guy in the park talking to himself and shouting at the pigeons? That's what I am aiming for.
That is the literary peak I will try to climb once a week, and punish the keyboard for the events of the week, but if you look at that mad man accusing the squirrels for stealing the barometer the CIA gave him, you will soon realize that he is saying what is on his mind, and doing so without the usual filters most sane people have. What he is lecturing to an empty tin on the sidewalk is the truth, at least for him, at least in that second.
The other role model that I have chosen for this task of ranting and rambling, are of course the tow old men from the puppets show,
(if you have no idea what I am talking about, consider yourself young. don’t jump, it's going to pass faster than you think.) but the problem I have with those two lovely grouchy old men is that sarcasm can only carry you so far, and being funny is a great tool to pass a point but not my main objective.
Each week there will be one weekly rant,
and one weekly epiphany.
Ok, maybe they will be mini epiphanies as I can't really guarantee a full blown revelation each and every week, but if you just keep your eyes and ears open, you do get these "oh" moments, when the dime drops. The amazing thing about this life of ours is that no one has any idea what is going on or why we do what we do if we do anything at all.
Most of the time we just float with the automatic pilot turned on and our mind turned off. But once in a while we understand something small, another piece of the puzzle is added, another small brick in the building of our mortal being. I will try to share these moments in my life.
Usually a rant brings an epiphany that in turn brings another rant, an evil circle of self realization and letting off steam about the things you now suddenly know, so my wife already knows that if she sees smoke coming out of the computer, she has to use the crowbar I conveniently keep by the desk to separate me from the keyboard.
I do love a good rant.
I will start writing these rants and epiphanies the minute I am ready. I just need to find that barometer first. Damn squirrels.