Slippery When Wet.

Most things in life are just reminders of what has happened already, and what's to come.

Most things in life also follow certain obligatory rules, like having to start a blog with an introductory blog post, wherein you ramble a bit about who you are and just how much you long to get laid, building the post to a crescendo with a few casually flung etymologically superior jargon that shall give intellectuals instant erections, and end it with promises of what shall come subsequently.

Standard blog post, level one, unlocked and achieved.

A week ago, I didn't know how a blog worked.
I had tried making a blog in early 2010, and spent an entire day trying to make my first post. At the end of the day I had a dysfunctional blog with a password I promptly forgot, and a new Facebook profile which I handled right until my lovely ex hacked into it to show me how pissed she could be.

The second time I made a blog, it lasted exactly two posts long, before I decided Instagram was a better fit.
What I'm trying to say is, blogging is a work that requires lots of patience and time, and usually comes with a lot of hope but not enough fruits.

Why another blog then, you might ask.
For two reasons, mainly, I shall tell you.
Firstly, I got an offer from one of my favourite writers, which as film buffs would put it, is an offer one can't refuse.
Secondly, it is about something we both believe in, and have wanted to get done for a long time.

Maybe this one will fail splendidly as well, but as she put it, it guarantees we can work with someone we mutually admire, and besides, I won't lie- It is a lot of fun.

Another thing I'd want to put in, is the effort it took me to get myself educated about the nitty-gritty of blogging.
For example, the title. From a person who named his first blog "Few Funny Thoughts" (which sounded like, and was, entirely comedic), I went on to talking about names like Skippy Skittles (which I thought was downright a porn parody headline), to Jagged Pills, which had been trademarked by Alanis Morisette (don't lie, you've all heard her breakup songs and cried into your pillow), to finally arriving on what we actually call our blog.
Another episode was me trying to find out how to co-blog (a big thank you to Maupali and Sambit, for helping me out with that one and everything else), but that's another story.

Summing up, here's our blog.

It's not about rants. It's not about what we ate, or how hot our poop was (for those who think I'm joking, there is indeed a site that rates your poop pics).
It's about a dream that's been too long and too passionate in the making. It's about writing and painting and ego and blocs and a big reveal (that'll come in the end, if you are still following).

Enough said.
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Happy readings, everyone.