Allow me to 'splain myself.

I do notice a few benefits provided by this electronic medium over the handwritten method of the old journal log. (I was told once that guys keep journals, women keep diaries. I do not recall if it was a woman or a man who told me this).
Being a lefty, there is no blueish black smear of ink on the side of my hand, nor reprints of my writings stamped at odd angles down the length of my sentences.
The editing process is much easier and tree friendly. That is to say, no wadded up balls of paper or the need to neatly rewrite from scrawled notes and scratched out rejected thoughts.
These two (did I say "a few" benefits?) benefits come immediately to mind. If I think of any more, I'll be sure to wake up the chipmunks and fire up the laptop to enlighten all who might be waiting to read just such an entry.
On to explaining why I write. Or type. Write. Yes, write is...correct.

I have always acted on my desire to create or express myself artistically. In the early years  - not counting home movies - church choir was the activity of choice. Fortunately, pretty much everyone in our household could sing in tune and even sound pretty nice doing so. School plays and musicals, ranging from elementary school, through junior high and ultimately high school served to feed the need of being heard and seen. (Before the structured environment of school plays, the classroom desk was the stage, but the performances were not well received, as you might imagine). Visual arts were also a frequently enjoyed activity all during the school years. If you needed a poster drawn, I was your boy. A T-shirt designed? Give me a day. A Banner? Give me a few days more. Tempera paint became an almost common characteristic under my fingernails.

In college, the creative expression tradition continued, both in junior college and the university. In fact, my degree is in Fine Arts, Major in Commercial Art, Minor in Theater. Theater was the original major until I decided I wanted to eat food on a regular basis after graduation and that the late or long hours of the typical working Actor didn't agree with my love of the 9 to 5 concept of working for hire.

I even managed to enjoy working in my chosen field of Art for a couple years after graduation. That is, until the late 1980's hit. For those who are just now leaving the college scene and trying to find a job, I truly can feel your pain. The primary difference between the recession of the '80's and this most recent one is the 1987 crash and years following were much harder on Texas than this one.
But let's not digress into a history of American Economics. Back to the point.
So I found myself out of work in my chosen field and having to find something that could pay the bills.
What to do? Answer: Enter the corporate world, and not in the art department.
Why? Well, other than the economy of the times, the technology of the medium in which I was trained changed dramatically. If you weren't already on the ground floor of computer graphics, you were filing logo art, buddy. Whups, looks like we can now file that on the computer, too. See ya, thanks for playing.
So I enter the corporate world, renting cars for several years, then moving into the damage/loss area of that industry which ultimately led to my current occupation in the auto insurance industry, specifically claims and damage estimating.
I will say this; the photographic skills I acquired in the art field bode me well in the documentation area of claims and the visual training has enhanced my ability to see damages an untrained eye might miss.
The stage acting skills obviously don't hurt when it comes to dealing with the public in what can be a high stress environment. But this daily use of basic visual and communication skills aren't near enough to satisfy the creative urges.
So do I go back to acting? Mmmm, nope. "Why not?", my old - excuse me, my former high school friends inquire. Too much evening time, weekend time, too much physical work for me is my answer. Oh, I could physically do it, but the boundless energy I had in my late 'teens and early 20's headed for the hills about ten years ago and didn't leave a map. In truth, I've been there, done that. Singing? More doable, but the voice takes a lot more work to get back into shape than I want to commit to, and I have learned the hard way that you can't "wing it" if you haven't kept the pipes tuned in a while.
So what's left?
I write. It's not my first time, but it is the first time I have chosen this medium as my primary artistic outlet. A couple of Poetry classes in college whetted my appetite for the creative writing world choices. Words are powerful and moving when chosen with precision and careful thought.
I also express myself visually with my novice gardening and garden related "projects", such as my back yard deck and deck accessories and the green house project near completion. But when it's over 100 degrees or under 35 degrees outside, the blinking cursor is always ready for me, waiting for my fingers to guide it across the white screen and leave little serif footprints in its wake that will, hopefully, make people laugh, cry, think, remember.

See how fun that was?

Oh, and as for my Blog title, I love little play on words phrases, and, like my love for writing good reading and reading good writing, my "signage" allergies have never left me. I find the sound of a voice struggling with a cold or blocked sinuses amusing, at least when it's not my voice. There are a lot of sounds the human body makes that are amusing, come to think of it.
But to continue on down that line of thinking would be low brow humor, and we'll have none of that.

Riiiiiight.

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