Last night, an old friend told me I should start blogging. We were drinking, so it sounded like a fine idea. Now I'm at the office, where creativity goes to die. I've got nothing. A terrible start. But still, I'd like to see a first post up there. And so, behold a short list of rejected blog titles:
Bad Hair Big Nose
Still Life with Loser
Don't Go Into Advertising
Allow Me To Indulge Myself
For Blog's Sake
Ugh. Those are awful (excepting Bad Hair Big Nose, which I rather like). Fortunately, Thirty Is The New Sixty feels about right, even if I'm actually 32. I'm still not sure exactly what to do with this thing, but hopefully something at least semi-entertaining comes out of it. If not, I'll be sure and post about this blog's failure in my upcoming blog Forty Is The New I Might As Well Be Dead.
Oh, and seriously: don't go into advertising. For real.
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