Greetings! Welcome to my blog. You may be mildly confused and may presently have been reduced to the status of a monkey as you sit there scratching your head wondering what in the world my blog must be about. First of all, stop that. Everyone knows that scratching your head doesn’t do a darn thing other than successfully make you look like an idiot or an ape man. So what does “teaching the pig to sing” mean? Could this be a guide to conducting choral numbers for farm animals? Could the pig stand for something hardcore and controversial like communism? Well keep your trousers on and I will tell you. It doesn’t mean a smidgen of a thing. No really, it doesn’t. It is based off of a quote that I love that goes something like, “Don’t try to teach a pig how to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.” For those of you who like deeper meanings and cannot be simply satisfied with the truth, this is what the deeper meaning would be if there were a deeper meaning. Basically this: teaching a pig how to sing is crazy. What crazy person would attempt to teach a pig to sing? Well, then I got to thinking, a dangerous hobby of mine, and I realized that teaching a pig how to sing sounds like something that I would do; absolutely insane, random, and gives people leave to look like an inquisitive ape for a few minutes. I believe that my writing can be compared to teaching a pig how to sing: it is spontaneous, random, and often times a little kooky. However, despite the insanity behind it, my hope is that it will make you giggle and chortle in a silly manner. Occasionally I might surprise you by trying my hand at writing something serious but mostly I am going to attempt to write in such a way that I will make even the manliest of men snort and giggle like a little girl. Cheerio!