Blogging 101 | Post 1 – Who I Am and Why I’m Here

Rich in drafting class - 1973OK. So here’s the deal – I screwed the pooch, dropped the ball, missed the boat, fell off the wagon. Pick a cliche, any cliche, and it applies. I failed miserably to get the first day’s post written and published for this challenge. No excuses. Six whacks on the wrist with a ruler is sufficient punishment. Please…not the rack or 11 lashes with the cat-o-nine-tails.

So, I need to tell you in this post who I am and why I’m here. No problem. The first thing to know about me is I have been blogging here for over two years. It’s only been in the last few months that I’ve been writing and publishing regularly. In some ways, I still feel like a newcomer and I believe this challenge will help me master some of the areas of WP and blogging where  I am weak.

The second reason is my blog needs a make-over. The theme I am currently using has worked well for me, but with more and more people using their phones and tablets to access the web, I need to upgrade to a responsive theme. Doing so will require some pretty significant re-work. Participating in this challenge seems like the perfect time to make the change.

That’s why I am here, so now for a little about me. Very briefly, born and raised in South Carolina. Retired – twice – from the US Navy and the Columbia Fire Dept. Fancy myself as a writer with a little talent. Married to my sweetheart over thirty-two years with three wonderful sons.

If you are interested in learning more, take a look at my About page and some of my previous posts. You will probably learn more about me that you really want to know.

Since I am somewhat experienced, I hope I can help some of you that are really new to WordPress.

Oh yeah. The real reason I’m here is I don’t want to be a Zero – I want to be a Freshly Pressed Hero.

Texas Tornados | DP: Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

The first thing I thought of when I saw the Daily Prompt was Freddie Fender, this song, this band and their performance at Farm Aid 1996 in Columbia, SC. While they didn’t exactly steal the show, they rocked Williams-Bryce Stadium as well as any of the big featured acts; better than some. It was wonderful!

“Brains of elderly slow because they know so much” from The Telegraph (UK)

Brains of elderly slow because they know so much – Telegraph.
 

“The brains of older people do not get weak. On the contrary, they simply know more.”

Hazmat Training at SCFA
Hazmat Training at SCFA

I’m not sure I agree with this – of course I don’t have to – but it’s kinda cool to believe this is why my thinking is so slow these days. That, and the drugs. It reminds me of the “Married With Children” episode “Kelly Knows Something” when Al enters Kelly in a trivia contest. While he is preparing her, with every new fact she learns one falls out.

I’m convinced this is happening to me and it’s time to take action. Before I retired from the fire department, I received training as an OSHA Hazardous Materials (HAZMAT) Technician. That’s me in the pic, naturally. The training taught me to safely mitigate and contain really dangerous substances. That’s the reason for the “moonsuit.”

I thought long and hard and concluded that if a Level A suit – which is the actual name for the “moonsuit” – is impervious to just about anything, then it will also work in reverse. In other words, nothing can get out of the suit, so as the facts fall out of my brain, they will collect in the suit, and when I need one, I can just look around and grab it when I find it.

I suspect it might get pretty tough trying to live in the suit, though. Right off the bat, I can imagine the biggest problem is when I need to slip out of it to sleep or eat. I haven’t figured out how to prevent the collected facts from falling out – you know, the facts that fell out of my brain and collected in the suit. Who knows what facts and memories might be lost forever for the sake of a banana sandwich and RC cola.

I’ll just have to try; and just figure it out as I go along. I can’t do it today, but tomorrow I’m going to try to find a suit I can buy. I say “buy” but I really mean, well, you know, borrow on a long term basis. If I can’t get it to work, I’ll just return it. I say “return” but I really mean, well, you know, sell it on Ebay for a handsome profit.

I’ll report my results later. I say “later” but I really mean, well, you know, later. And if Al Bundy ever wants to enter me in a trivia contest, I’ll be ready.