SO IT BEGINS...

Greetings Earthlings,

The mother ship has landed and decreed that it is time for Scotty to beam me up into the blogosphere. And what shall I blog about you ask? The premise is simple: I shall write about stuff. Stuff that’s on my mind, stuff that’s on your mind, and stuff that will make you think I’m out of my mind. Some entries may be newsworthy, some noteworthy, others will be unworthy of your time and attention. But one thing is fo’sho’, you will be exposed to the inner workings (of my brain, not bowels…ok, sometimes my bowels) like no one has ever been exposed to before. I’m laying it all out on the table here people, buck naked in every sense of the word, just not literally, that’d be gross.

Prepare for me to philosophize about fatherhood, husbandhood, and living in the hood. These deep introspections will often seek to answer life’s important questions, particularly those involving fictional characters. Prepare for me to embrace my inner nerd, which at times may move beyond embracing and escalate into necking or even the spooning of said nerd.

In summary, I would like to close the way I’ve been closing essays (does a blog entry constitute an essay?) since Junior High writing class by beginning the final paragraph with “in summary” and explain to you why this blog has been entitled “Dad Man”. I am in fact, an Ad Man. I am also a Dad. I’ve been a creative (yes it’s a noun in the biz) for almost four years now. The atypical nature of my profession will provide some interesting fodder for the blog and ultimately/hopefully a little entertainment for you all. Oh, and please, do not fear. Although I am a merchant of manipulation I am in no way a tormented soul á la Don Draper whom constantly wonders whether the very life he leads is a fabrication like that of the ads he creates. (I'm just semi-tormented).

Anywho, I digress. If you made it this far, congratulations, you may have what it takes to endure my ramblings. I have tendency to go off topic…hey, have you tried those Pop Chips? Delicious if you can get past the aftertaste.

A artist's rendering of what to expect.