Allow Myself to introduce...myself

My name is Richie Cunningham and this is my wife...oPRAH.

Just kidding guys. That's a line from Austin Powers. My real wife is much better looking than the girl in that movie. And Oprah. Even not-fat Oprah

I went to a lecture by Nicholas Sparks one year at Notre Dame and he said the best way to improve your writing isn't by reading, but by writing. So this blog will allow all of us to get better at writing, since I'll be writing, and you won't be reading it. This should come as no surprise to me, an author of many blogs that just fall off the face of the earth due to lack of readership. I don't blame them. I stopped being funny and started being really serious sometimes. I got even borderline depressing. But no worries anymore. Workin Blue, along with my other blog, is the only baby I have. The title of this one comes from the phrase used to define the act by comedians and humor artists of lowering their humor to a profane and disgusting level in order to garner laughs. This is a cheap trick, one that I despise entirely. It's so easy to be funny if all you're doing is playing to the most immature part of someone. It takes a real man to make jokes about high society things like the current national polo rankings and those silly butlers who still refuse to put the dessert utensil at top of the place setting. Oh, Bartholomew!

So COME ON PEOPLE. Read this blog. Get a taste of what real people think of fake issues. Like the difficulties of cooking steaks WITHOUT A BROILING PAN. Or the trials and tribulations of someone with quadracep tendonitis. Or...NOT BEING ABLE TO STAY UP PAST 11!

And, you know, if this doesn't work, we'll just talk about boobs.