?Why Bother?

Why do I keep doing this?  No one cares.

I haz a Knol

This is an interesting place to go check out:

It's a place anyone can write a document on a subject they believe to be an expert at.  So far it is pretty vapid, but I foresee it growing in the coming months to something as important as Fluther and Wikipedia.

http://knol.google.com/k/thomas-gordon/-/bfsgjkigonuc/0#knols

This is my Beginning for The End.

Here within... or perhaps, here... above... below?  Oh wait! I know!

Here with-on this blog I shall rant on all aspects of my life... from the processes of being a writer... or rather "creative suggestive engineer" to the aspects of being a photographer with little to no talent, but more within my head then the world could ever hold.  I shall rant of the joys of being a screen writer and in time, hopefully, a director. That is, when I am not cutting myself deep in the abdomen, in a desperate attempt at realizing that though I bleed, I can not die, for my co-writer would steal my soul and entomb it within a pickle bottle.

I have bipolar syndrome, split personality, and I am pretty sure I am part crazy, at least one of the personalities is a nut job.  So at any moment I may snap and write something completely uncharacteristic, however I see a problem with that statement... If I have split persona, then is it still uncharacteristic to write something that still comes from my mind?  Which character is the normal and which is the false?  Keep reading and who knows, we both might find out.

So I suppose, in summery, I am living proof that all great artists hate themselves and are absolutely bat-shit, nuts in a basket, jump off a bridge, play in traffic, crazy, and apparently self-centered and narcissistic.

"And, here... we... go."

      ---Joker---