Blunt and Honest Opinions.

Good evening/morning/afternoon to you all. I wish there were a less self-indulgent topic I could choose for the second installment of these blog posts, but I'm afraid I cannot think of any option but to tell you of my day. It was, by the standards at which I set my existence, an eventful one.

I awoke, and shortly met with Everett McNair, one of, if I may be so bold as to use outdated lingo, the hippest cats around. He and his family-and it is a rather fantastic family-are dwelling in our guest house until they leave tomorrow. As this was their first and only full day with us of this visit, we decided to give it some excitement, and engage in the recreational activity known as skiiing.

I must say, the Wisp Resort at Deep Creek Lake Maryland seems far less welcoming when there are not scores of like-minded people there to extend the hand of fellowship, but it is nevertheless a beautiful place. It boasts, as I have read on this glorious internet, a total of 32 ski sloaps. I myself had never been skiiing until today. I hope you will forgive me for blurting out my blunt and honest opinion of it.

Skiing, dear reader, royally, truthfully, genuinely, stinks.

Bear in mind that this opinion may be subject to change, but as of today, I despise this activity. I prefer not to go out of doors in the frigid winter air for amusement unless there is a direct and quick path back into the comfort and warmth of the home, and skiiing required me to do just that. But just so you do not bear the false impression that I possess an ounce of maturity, much of my distaste for skiing stems from the fact that I am hopelessly, horribly, and undeniably bad at it.

However, I now feel as though I could kill a man with one solid kick to the chest. Stomping around in those infernal ski boots has to be the most sure way of providing exercise for one's legs. Although, I must confess, said infernal boots made me feel somewhat like Iron Man. Which was a most pleasurable feeling.

But never mind all this. It is not my intent to have a negative disposition throughout this blog entry. Therefore, I shall also tell you that it was my pleasure to view a most remarkable film this evening. The movie in question was an animated one I had never before seen, though it was released many years ago, produced by the Dreamworks company and titled The Prince of Egypt. I hope you will forgive me for blurting out my blunt and honest opinion of it. *Ahem*.....

SWEET MOTHER OF CHUCK NORRIS, LIAM NEESON, AND CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK, THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN IN ALL MY DAYS!

....*Cough*. Yes. Well, I recommend the film greatly. As you may know, it is based on the story of Moses and the Exodus, and although it was at times not entirely historically accurate, its obviously deep respect for the source material, and how well made it truly was, made up for this. The music therein was phenominal by all accounts, and the alternate character interpretations of Moses and the Pharaoh that ultimately opposes him were the perfect ways to make a well-known story seem as interesting as it truthfully is. It is, in my opinion, even superior to the far more recognized film The Ten Commandments.

And yes, I know that I am putting my life on the line by saying that.

I do not wish to bore you all any further, and so I shall go to bed. Goodnight to you, sir or madam, from one who truly is,
~The Night Writer

And So it Begins.

Greetings to anyone who may be reading. At the request of a friend, and the approval of various other ones, I have decided to create and manage a 'blog', as the kids are calling them. If you seek profound knowledge, deep wisdom, or logical sense, read no further, for you shall find none of the above here. However, if you crave insanity, if you value that which is random, and if you are a fellow lover of the weird, stay, my friend, for you are welcome here.

Being that it is highly unlikely that this will be read by anyone unfamiliar with me, you probably already know my backround. However, on the off-chance that you are a stranger, I go by the unassuming name of Thomas, I live in the unassuming location of a family farm, and I presently go by the unassuming age of fifteen standard earth-years. I have what many, including myself, consider to be a large family, it containing one matriarch, one patriarch, four girliarchs, and myself. I am male. As I presume you have guessed.

I aspire to be a writer of fiction, and only time will tell if this is an unrealistic goal or not. The purpose of this blog? For me to tell of the goings-on in my life, and others', in a manner as witty as I can. Will I succeed? Again, only time can reveal thus.

My title as the Night Writer has a bit of a story behind it. A dear friend of mine, who is just as much of, if not far more than, a writer, gave me the name as a joke. It is quite an appropriate name, as I once wrote until-as I recall-nearly midnight, and got into a great deal of trouble for it. Also, I am an admirer of Batman. Very much so.

This blog is a mere infant born into the vast expanse of the cyberwebs. It's future, reader, lies with you. Will you read such nonsensical, trivial writings, or will you dismiss this as just another piece of the 90% meaningless internet? I know not. I only hope that if you choose the former, that I can keep you entertained.

I bid you good day, sir or madam,
~The Night Writer.