In one year, or a little more, depending on my motivation, I will graduate. There’s going to be a sheet of paper hanging on my wall that certifies that I have a degree. While I am very excited for that day, I am also realizing the struggle that will come after. Having a degree in creative writing is about as useful as having a degree in theater. You can only make money with it if you are exceptionally good, and even then you need a bit of luck.
I have been here at The Pilver for nearly a year now, and it is my favorite and most isolating hobby. I most definitely plan on renewing my url for the rest of my life, but I am now starting another. Why? I think I would like to write on something slightly structured and topical.
So, now I own funnyminnesota.com, which is also funnyminnesota.wordpress.com. (and I give all the thanks to buying the url to Billy, who sent me a credits gift that I am finally using. Thanks Billy!) I imagine I will just go ahead and report on the ridiculous parts of my state. There’s plenty to write about.
Just so you know, there is nothing there now. So, to kick off making fun of my home I will leave you with a terribly cheesy joke from A Prairie Home Companion:
Q:If a Palestinian and a Minnesotan get married what do they name the kid?