Reader Mail - Part 1

Today, I thought I'd go to the mail bag and answer some of the questions from my loyal readers:

Reader: Where do you get your ideas for your blog?
David: Funny you should ask. It's usually just a spur of the moment thing, although sometimes I'm struck by an idea in the middle of the night and lie awake for hours composing just the right words in my head. Other times, I open the screen to write a post without any idea whatsoever what I'm going to do. Usually, a gimmick of some sort comes to mind and I just go with it.

Reader: Are you as egocentric as you sound?
David: Yes. Though I think you'd find that face-to-face I hide it well and come across as very caring about others, even to the point of being selfless. At least that's what I think.

Reader: Why do you seem to write more about your youngest daughter than the other two?
David: That's a common misconception. I try to make sure I give them each an equal amount of ink. I just think about her more.

Reader: Sometimes you post things daily. Other times I have to wait a week to hear from you. Are you going to settle into any sort of pattern re: when you write your posts?
David: No. I'll do it when I want and how I want. If you want consistency, eat oatmeal.

Reader: If you're as clever as you think, why do you only have 2 followers?
David: I really see that as a sad reflection on others, not me.

Reader: When are you going to start writing about substantial issues like politics and the economy? It would be interesting to hear your thoughts on things that matter.
David: I distinctly remember writing a post about my favourite movies, and I've done several on sports. I've covered food, family, kidney stones, and bacon. I don't understand the question.

Reader: Aside from commencements, you seem to like everything. You seem way too happy and optimistic. It sickens me.
David: As the old chestnut says: "If you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all" (my Mom, "the old chestnut" as I like to call her, raised me well). I believe that's the way to go. So I push all my sad and dark feelings deep down inside and hold them there for as long as I can. Layers and layers of the stuff collect in my kidney over the years and form a perfect, hard little stone. When it gets too big, I simply pass it.

Reader: You can't really be a Leaf fan, can you? You seem like you're too smart for that.
David: Truth is, only the smartest people can be Leaf fans. If I have to explain that to you, then you're obviously not a Leaf fan.

Reader: Can I ask the last question?
David: No.