Welcome to Monty’s Soon-to-be Cluster of Vaguely Related Lists of Things
which might be the direction this site is going, although I will have to learn a bit more about how these blogs work. See, as it is, I tend to start on a topic and then go off on tangents; I figures rather than have tangents stuffed within tangents, maybe I can structure it so that the browser can leap from tangent to tangent. It will be as exciting as many video games.
Meanwhile, just to show you Monty puts his money where his mouth is, this weekend:
1) I saw Pirates of the Caribbean (which was, as I had predicted, very amusing).
2) I finished The Dogs of Babel (and it got increasingly better towards the end).
3) This morning, for brekky I had an English muffin with butter and lox (there were no bagels).
What does that prove?
This is a short post, as may be the custom from now on: More frequent, shorter posts. This is partially due to the heartache I suffered after I wrote a very lengthy essay (which would have melted your heart with its poetry) and then lost it due to clumsiness with my keyboard.
A Fun Factoid
Just to avoid any potential confusion, in case anyone’s read this far, my real name is Ray. I emailed a few people with a link to the site and a message that said, “Here is a site by a guy who is exactly like me but he's even fatter and his name is Monty. Love, Ray.” I assumed people would know it was really me because
1) There is nobody like me.
2) There is nobody fatter than me.
3) I guess I just thought it looked like me.
So why the stage-name? Well, because I’m writing this at work. Not that giving a fake name is like, some super-security measure, but I am not the tech department, my friend is the tech department (we’re a small office), so “Monty” is the best I can do. So what’s the whole point, if I’m telling you now my name is Ray? Well, this will be the only time I say it, so if some office internet spy finds this site, hopefully he’ll be bored before he gets to reading this part. I just didn’t want to seem like I was trying to hide my identity.
Another thing about me is that my ladyfriend is named Sharon. This is very important. Not the name, so much as the person, dig. In a life where I toss and turn and freak out and ask myself Should I quit drinking? Should I quit smoking? Should I quit working? Should I just write? Should I just act? Should I stay in NY? Should I get a puppy? Should I get a guppy? Inotherwords in a world full of questions, where a wishy washy bastard like myself cannot make up his mind for certain about ANYTHING and has trouble going far enough to make definitive weekend plans and therefore spends many a sunny summer Saturday sitting around the apartment staring out the window trying to decide what to do; Inotherwords though I spend hour upon hour cursing myself for being such a lazy indecisive bastard, I thank GOD that I at least have the instinct to know beyond a doubt that whatever I do, I Need and Want that Lady in My Life, dammit. That I know. So I gotta keep her. To that end, I am trying to figure out whether it is too late to plan some little trip for us this weekend. I’ll keep you (me) posted.
With love, and I know you know what I mean when I say my name is
~Monty
4:45:57 PM 
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