Tickle My Kittens

As many of you may have noticed, my blog, “Good at Drinking, Bad at Life,” has pretty much become totally defunct. I’ve posted all of once this summer and that one post consisted of a youtube video of Christopher Walken dancing that I put up one night when I was really, really drunk.

Clearly, Good at Drinking, Bad at Life is pretty much done.

That said, I’m not giving up on blogging altogether. I cannot continue to blog on my own, but I hate to give it up entirely–so I’ve joined forces with a few other folks. After a great deal of deliberation (and many, many, many shots of Patron) Scott “the Shot” and I coerced a couple of our other friends to start a collaborative site—Tickle My Kittens.

I have no idea exactly what we’re going to write about (we’re always pretty drunk when we discuss this sort of stuff). I’m not even sure that any of us are really going to post more than once every three months. All I do know is that this new blog has a great deal of potential. I am both the worst writer and the least funny member of this new little tribe, so if you’ve enjoyed any of my old posts, you’ll probably like these guys quite a bit more.

…of course, if the Traveling Wilburys taught us anything, it’s that sometimes even talented individuals become horrifically incomprehensible when they all try to get on the mic at the same time. So it’s possible that this project will be a greater failure than my eventual first marriage, but it’ll probably be fun to watch as it unfolds.

By way of introduction, let me tell you all a little bit about my co-bloggers:

- Scott “The Shot”: I’m pretty sure that Scott needs no introduction. He once guest posted on Good at Drinking, and I believe he still holds the record for the longest post ever to grace my blog. Scott used to be a lot of fun, but he’s married now (despite that aforementioned crippling fear of commitment) so I’m worried that this site will become something of an “outlet” for him. In the future, we’ll probably hear him wondering aloud about women’s underwear and whether there’s “something really cool going on that he doesn’t even know about”.

- The Drunk Astronaut: In addition to Scott, we have another buddy of ours who insists that we refer to him on this blog as “Drunk Astronaut”. His name is something of a mystery to me because while he is certainly a drunk, he has nothing in common with astronauts—aside from his deep and abiding love of Tang and freeze-dried ice cream. I have a sneaking suspicion that DA will be our resident expert on women. In the last month he has hooked up with both a senior citizen and a girl who is way too young to legally drink in bars. I have a great deal of respect for any guy that can hook up with two women who have about 60 years of age difference between the two of them. As far as I’m concerned, this sort of behavior makes him either a visionary or somebody who is deeply, deeply disturbed. Aside from his love of both very, very old and very, very young women, The Astronaut and I also both share a love of deeply dysfunctional women, which will either make us kindred spirits or mortal enemies. I guess only time will tell which.

- The Token Female: Perhaps the most exciting thing about this new site is that we have a token female writing with us. Token is basically your typical girl next door—except for her rather pronounced drinkingproblem (try to imagine Reese Witherspoon playing the role of Nicolas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas , and you’ve got a pretty accurate picture of Token). She only drinks cheap domestic beer and she only dates boys who wear animal print pants and pop their collars, but aside from that she really is remarkably cool for a girl. I sort of suspect that she’ll spend most of her posts complaining about how hard it is to meet decent guys through Late Night Shots, but every now and then she’ll probably have some good drunken stories with which to regale us all. Despite all of the slanderous things that I may write about Token, I actually spend a great deal of time trying to convince her to elope with me, which could make for some interesting dynamics as this blog matures.

So there you have it. One blog dies, and another one begins. It’s all very Circle of Life.

It’s time to start a blog. I’ve been watching from the sidelines for too long and have a few things to say. Admittedly, I have written a guest post once, but that doesn’t count. That’s like going to a zoo and pointing at the animals from behind the safety of metal bars. This time the panda’s coming home.

I know that blogs start to suck when they’re only updated every few weeks. I also know that my crippling fear of commitment has prevented me from starting anything remotely similar to this.

The solution? Teamwork. There’s no chance that I’m doing this alone. Much like my romantic life, I prefer to share this intercourse with multiple people and in front of a large audience. Care to join me?