This is Gonna Get Weird, Just Let It Go There...

Holy shit. I'm actually writing. This is a bit surreal, writing something that people might potentially read... for fun... on their own. Oh boy. Well here goes.

For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be a writer, even when I sucked at it. Especially when I sucked at it, actually. Wait, do I still suck at it? I sure hope not...

Anyway... My name is Alec Plumley, and I'm a writer.

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Starting with the bare minimum, I am 21 years old and am currently attempting existence in the thrilling landscapes of Cleveland, Ohio. Constantly anxious about my purpose in the world and the validity of that purpose (oh God it's getting too existential. Eject. Eject!), I have decided to specialize in professional writing as an English major. To add to that crippling anxiety about the future and my place in it, I have ironically chosen to pursue a minor in Philosophy, and trust me, contemplating justice and beauty while deep in the nihilistic zeitgeist of our modern society does not an unbothered and carefree young person make.

I am a weird person, I think about and say weird things. It helps me to conceptualize and rationalize my own existence. So as the title suggests, this is gonna get weird. Just go with it. Don't worry; I'll get in trouble, not you. Nothing to worry about. Unless of course reading becomes illegal in the near future (which actually might not be such a stretch as of late).

Anyway...

I read. I watch movies. I read about movies and watch films where people are writing (it's all very confusing, just trust me that I find great joy in it and that it does make sense to me).

I play D&D (former Paladin, prospective Wizard) and participate in theater on pretty much all levels, sometimes musical, mostly technical.

My passion is film, and to be entirely frank if I'm not watching movies, I'm thinking about movies and watching video essays about film. If I'm not doing that I'm planning a far off imaginary career as a director or screenwriter. And if I'm not doing that I'm pretty reliably crying myself to sleep (not really... maybe).

My influences come from all over the place really, inspiration comes from all facets of life, I'll try to narrow it down to five for now and elaborate on some later... if you're nice. But just so you can get a taste...

1. Max Landis

2. Robert Kennedy

3. Dave Grohl

4. Chris Pratt

5. Superman (I didn't say that had to be real, shut up)

So with all that self-indulgent nonsense out of the way, what exactly is this "bl-og" going to be, and why should you good people care to spend your time on what I have to say? I mean, I barely do.

Well, I plan on using this space to start ordering my thoughts in a way that can translate to more efficient and artistic use, both in my professional and everyday lives. I'll talk about books I'm reading, shows I'm watching, movies I've seen or will see or (God willing) might even make some day and do so in a way that talking about them form my own unique perspective might help you in some way. Cause that's what I'm all about...helpin peoples. The plan is to have this site as a sort of chronicling for my meteoric rise (or equally likely descent) into my next stage of life.

Besides, if I have to be stuck with my own loony toons/road-runnerery thoughts all day every day, the least I could do is share them. Maybe make something productive out of it, you know?

Meep Meep.

Basically in order to maintain what's left of my sanity and to organize my own thoughts in a visually appealing way, I've decided to start what the hip, with-it kids are calling a "b-log"*. If you have the time to keep up with what I have to say, I would be eternally and truly grateful. If not, no hard feelings, life is a highway, time is money, yada yada yada. Thanks for reading even this far, I sincerely appreciate it.

Hopefully I see you soon.

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TL;DR

I'm a huge uber-nerd who likes to read and write, and hope to read and write in the general direction of you kind people via internets. I hope to record part of my internal monologue for public consumption, and I can only pray that my thoughts are interesting enough to merit all the hoopla my brain keeps making over them.

Hell's Bells,

Alec :)