ReadingLipps

This winter I tried out for Who Wants to be a Millionaire. I randomly put my name in by email and was selected. After much deliberation, mostly based on the comment made before I sent the email: "What if I get picked?" To which my wife replied, "I guess you have to go."

So I booked airfare to New York for the audition, emailed my buddy Raul in Brooklyn for couch rights and it was done.

There is a story out there right now about a gay dating site's ad being rejected by CBS for obvious reasons I needn't cover. But I've already seen the gayest Super Bowl ever: in England...

He was so grumpy they asked for him to leave.

Ever so slowly he looked up in a manner you wouldn't believe.

"Your look so dour, and your face so sour, other customers have begun to grieve."

"And have asked for you to leave"

The Grumpy fellow stared at the manager and moaned, as if deceived.

This is the opening salvo in what will hopefully become a place where interesting ideas are put forth, examined and regurgitated from the web to help form my public identity. I also will post any random little piece of art, poetry nonsense or whatever here. I have a lot of blogging to do these days but this spot is mine, my precious little spot on the web, no financial influence, no forced writing, only the sweet, sweet smell of Jeremy Lipps. Gross. Forget that part. Here's the deal: this is where stuff that I am interested in goes.

This site represents the culmination of much personal exercise in the act of autodiacticism. I have used Drupal open source software to create this website. This website will be a hub to all my work on the Web, as well as a place to post my latest writing related musings.