Eleven months ago I stole an idea from a friend of mine. Okay well I didn’t steal it I was inspired by it. Look Mack told me it would be cool if I started a blog since I was inspired by his. In todays society things tend to be very politically correct and a blog seems like a pretty sweet way to express ones self in a no boundaries sort of way. For me I enjoy the excitement of being able to throw out little pieces of myself onto the world wide web.
Just sharing little moments of my life whether it be in photos, run-on sentences, rants, or raves, or in the description of a mythical creature and its powers! I have come to embrace this little blog adventure. At times when I have nothing to do or have some time to waste it gives me what I see as a creative out let. I can chat about friends (old and new), I can talk about my frustrations with my skateboard and my friends (old and new), I can twitter (or tweet), I can laugh and cry, and I can do it all naked. Just random freedom in my own blog world. Themostmediocre is my guts spilt out on to your computer screen and that can be mildly intimate.

I also try to pimp out my friends on here from Matt at Red Sea Tattoo, Jesse Grubbs, Matt and Justin at Juma, Samantha, and anyone else I can think of. I have enjoyed and struggled with this thing. I want it to be creative even when I am not. I want people to love it even when they do not love me. I want to have something that reaches outside of my family, friends, and regular circle of life. Samantha says I do it cause I have a giant fragile ego that must be stroked on a regular basis by strangers. Samantha is not always right.

Why have I decided to share this little piece of me? Why do I suddenly feel like I have to well defend my blog? Or for that matter my bulletins, my run-on sentences, and my creative use of the in correct “then”. Well here it is I have recently come under attack by what I can only describe as language or opinion nazis. I think it is kind of funny, don’t get me wrong, the english majors who work at the local Kroger, the late night computer nerd still searching to find that special over seas bride, or that bored ex tattoo artist in Japan (dude I had to get you!) like to pick on my blog. Jesus I mean of all the blogs in all the world they had to stumble onto mine. Is my blog on some sort of grammar police web site for violations against grammar or spelling. I just wanted to let the world know why I was here and why I enjoy it so much and why the nazis can suck it.

This special picture is for all you weirdos out there or their or theare! Or just where ever you might be! Its on you silly bastards! Love me or hate me I know that you love me no matter what you really feel or think your love spills out all over my blog by the way you pay attention to it with so much of your love/hate grammar/spelling/obama love comment/mail/bulletin/awesome comments about mythical creatures of hope and prosperity.







This tattoo is freaking sweet if I say so myself. I got this tattoo up at 


