Reading back over this blog, I've come to the conclusion that I'm even less interesting than I had previously supposed. In order to combat this, I propose the following changes:

1) Learn a third and possibly fourth language. I can hide the fact that I'm not saying anything interesting, by saying it in many languages.

2) Develop some hobbies. I'm thinking sailing, classical music, and medieval weaponry. Classical music to sooth me after sailing to dump the bodies I've cut up with the medieval weaponry after seeking carnage during a premature midlife crisis. Or maybe not. I do need some viable hobbies though.

3) Learn the art of spin. I guess it doesn't so much matter if my life actually is interesting, provided that I can make you think it is. This may involve a thesaurus for a widened variety of adjectives, and some copies of industry magazines for proper name dropping.

4) Extended trips to Africa and Asia, because that Europe thing is so played out. I don't think that I can top my friend who spent several months in a monastery in Central America, but panhandling in Thailand might do the trick.

5) Move into an edgier residence. Somehow the lovely two bedroom behind the Russian dentist in WeHo just aint cutting it. Maybe a boat in the Marina? Nah, that's overdone. I could try being homeless for a while, but I may be a tiny bit too high maintenance for that. Besides, where would I keep all my furniture?

6) Finally, there's my appearance. I'm thinking one streak of blue hair around my face, a nose ring, and vintage t-shirts. I could hang out down on Melrose, smoking and looking like I don't care.

That could take care of my boring problem, or I could be completely on the wrong track. Any input would be appreciated.