Today I’m going to do another one of my posts about music – yay!

I’ve said before how music is an important part of my life. I’m not sure I could get through the day without listening to some form of music. And I’ve also posted before about the types of music I particularly enjoy. It’s not serious music. It’s not classical music. It’s the pure joy of what I suppose could be best described as pop-rock music.

I like to write funny stories. I also like to think I’m not too bad at it. When it comes down to it, I like to think I’m a pretty funny person.

But how do I know? How can I tell that I have even an ounce of humour in my bones? How do I have any idea that I’m not actually deluding myself and I’m about as funny as…as funny as…a thing that’s really not funny at all?

I went to the movies last weekend. This shouldn’t really be a big deal. I mean I’d hate to end up being one of those bloggers who has so little to say that they end up giving you a rundown of their weekly movie going activity.

Then again, from my point of view, it kind of is a big deal, mainly because I don’t actually get to go to the movies very often. I think this is only the second movie I’ve seen all year. So I’m hoping you’ll bear with me.

I see myself as a pretty imaginative person. I like to think my mind is able to take off on flights of pure fancy.

And I’m pretty proud of that ability. In fact, if you were to ask me what characteristic of myself I’m most proud of, I reckon the answer would be my imagination.

I like sports. I’ve always enjoyed watching sport. As an Aussie, my preferences are pretty local – Australian rules football and cricket are my go-to games. Though I don’t mind a bit of tennis now and again. And I can even get into more foreign-based sports like soccer and baseball and (even occasionally) American football (though deep down, I reckon my all-time favourite sport is that wonderful Irish conglomeration of just about every other game – hurling).