The return of the Brad...

I feel as though I have a little part of me missing…what the heck could it be???

It is the almighty BLOG…The fact that I haven’t written in a week is killing me!

In the past I had come to think that I would never be a slave to anything even remotely intellectual. I had dreams and aspirations of being an adventure guide, being the one who would lead excursions into the wilderness and being the best at it. This wealth of knowledge would have been built up purely by experience and my simple affinity for the career that I had chosen not by having read those silly booky things! I would be able to take vacations ad-lib and have enough money to simply go out and purchase the man-toy I desired. Big old motorcycles, tiny little aircraft, iPods, etcetera… etcetera…



Charges set, detonators checked and double checked...3..2..1....*&%^$$!*#T@!!

Yes, that stick of dyna-reality just popped the precious little bubble I had been tending for so long.


Oh well, I am here in the midst of my final exams for the very end of my Bachelor of Education degree I earn a modest salary, have a beautiful wife, a funky pair of dogs and a roof over my head. I write, and that calms my rather hectic brain. I couldn’t ask for more. It is odd and quite sobering how so many of give up our dreams of fame and fortune for a life of love and real happiness. I am fantastically glad that I did. This brings me to the point that I am trying to make. To all my screaming and crying cyber-fans who haven’t had their fix, their little tot of whatever-it-is dispensed from “brado’s blended brain”, you have my sincere apologies, I too have missed this space. But, I am back and feeling awful that I haven’t been here for so long. I have felt it too you know? Like I said, I write as a bit of therapy for the thought filled sluice that is my head. What you read is the product of simple luck. It is like sitting above the raging torrents of the mighty Colorado river in flood and trying to fish out a dump-truck with a roll of cotton and a safety pin for a hook. The thoughts fly by so fast and furious that I am lucky to even remember what they were two seconds later. This is again the reason why I write. I find that the more things that I manage to fish out and put onto this here blog, the less there is that ends up downstream and the calmer I become. Serenity is a place that few visit, and I get my little slice while at my keyboard.

So again, I apologise for the absence and currently for this rant. I am sure we will be back to something more ridiculous tomorrow evening. Wish me luck for tomorrow, zoology 3 could get a bit nasty.

Yours in thought smoothies (blended brain…get it?)


Brado