About Me

Hello. I'm Mark. I'm a 26-year-old 90's kid. I guess I'm your average guy but I'm also some odd mesh of book worm, writer, artist, music lover, and classic movie fan. I read books about philosophy and enjoy the calm comforts of nostalgia, science fiction, hot coffee (dark roast), eating, sleeping, and the occasional fart noise. That's quite a mix but I'd like to think that I'm pretty much a "dork" through and through, so it all works out. I don't know if it's arrested development or not but I kind of like it.

Anyway, I continued to find inspiration from my own childhood awkwardness (have I ever really outgrown that?) after waking up at some point saying, "Gee, wasn't life a whole lot more fun...once?"  It all started one day after I graduated college. We were in the process of changing all our old home movies from VHS to DVD, and I came across one of me, on my eighth birthday, and let's just say, it was an eye-opening experience. I don't even remember the last time I decided it could be a good idea to go dancing on the hood of a car or smooching a camera lens, but at eight years old I certainly thought it was.

So I got this funny notion that I might scribble down some of the random ideas about the world this long ago eight(ish)-year-old kid used to actually entertain, in the hopes that someone out there could relate and find the humor in it... or not. What better place to do that than a blog? So this time waster was born, and has turned out thus. It was more fun writing than I originally thought, so it stuck. But don't get the wrong idea, I'm not as shallow as I let on... that is, when I'm not blogging about corny kids movies, sugary cereals, and old plastic toys.

Please note that I am NOT currently eight years old (although it may seem like it sometimes). The eight year old I refer to is me told from a composite of old stories and glories, from the embarrassing to the...very embarrassing! This site isn't just about my eighth year of life either, it's roughly about my life from the age of five to the age of 12, give or take--eight just seemed to be a good place to start, seeing as that's where I started.

The dork label seems to do me justice back then, but recently I've found, just from hearing people's responses, that everyone feels like they were pretty dorky as a kid (unless they didn't) and that it's perfectly normal. Perhaps it's true. I hope it is.

Anyways, proud to be a 90's kid.

-Mark 
(The Grown-Up Me)

1 comment:

  1. Great concept Mark. Nice to meet you. I look forward to reading about your adventures.

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