The Fish Angler.

If I could be a professional at any sport, I think I would choose angling. ("Angling" sounds better than "fishing.") I bet those guys pinch themselves when they wake up in the morning.

Or, they're telling their wives, "I had a dream last night. It was the darndest thing..." Only their wives have to reassure them that it wasn't a dream.

Speaking of angling, (I think this is a joke from someone else, but I can't remember if I thought it up, and I'm too lazy to check. I think it was someone else's joke.) the worst job in the world has to be the editor of film for an angling highlight "reel" (pun intended). Try sifting through hours of mindless nothingness, and then getting 1 or 2 minutes of heart-pounding fish-reeling intensity. Then, back to the hour of monotony.

Ok, that last paragraph must have been a headache to read. I can't phrase a paragraph to save my life. By the time I've written the first few words of a sentence, I'm on the next thought. I either need a tape recorder to record my thoughts, or I need to type faster.

Ok, back to the angling part, this whole blog has been a lie. (Well, not the "whole" blog, but just this post.) I think the last thing I would want to be is a fishing professional. In fact, I've never caught a fish in my life. I don't own a fishing pole. And, I could care less about fishing.

i only wrote this because i saw a fishing commercial a few minutes ago, and i tried to imagine myself as a fishing professional. Let me tell you, it wasn't funny. (BTW what is up with me writing "i" instead of "I"? i don't know, i guess it looks catchy, like a Bukowski poem or something. (Speaking of Bukowski, i should get one of his books because he makes me laugh.))

Ok, I'm out. Hopefully I'll dream of something interesting.