You, me and clutch

Since, hopefully, some of you will stick around in the future, anxiously waiting for regular updates and new entries like crackheads suffering withdrawal symptoms, I guess it’d be a good idea if I gave a brief description of what all this is about. At the core, this is a blog (no shit) like every other blog. It is pretty much a personal space where I write about stuff I want to write. Yes, nothing out of the ordinary – other than the fact that this is my blog which is about me and written by me which automatically makes it quite extraordinary.

Indeed, (as the text and the smug dog on the banner both try to hint at) this is what this online archive is about: the “adventures” of someone who’s awesome and, if I may say so, clutch. That someone is me, of course. It sounds quite simple, doesn’t it? Well, you will not believe the amount of time it took me to:

1. come up with a decent domain name which neither sounded too stupid, corny or cliché nor was taken by someone else.
2. come up with the appropriate title and witty tagline.
3. choose the layout.

Then, even after all this, I still had to write an introductory note of sorts: the first post of “Why am I so damn clutch?”. Two out of two people I’ve talked to have asked me what clutch meant in this context. Here are some definitions which might help:

clutch [kluhch]

– adjective

• done or accomplished in a critical situation: a clutch shot that won the basketball game.
• dependable in crucial situations: a clutch player.
• exactly what you need, exactly when you need it: The other day I was really hungry but thought I had no money on me. Then I found five dollars in my jacket pocket; that was so clutch!
• coming through when you are needed most in high pressure situations: In the last few seconds of a close game, only a clutch player can lead the team to victory.

Hopefully, that gives you an idea. In fact, as I am writing this, I am being badgered into quickly posting my first entry by a certain person [who will not be named in order to preserve her wish of anonymity]. Most of you will know that you are the least likely to produce results when under this sort of pressure, and yet… here I am delivering the goods – or post, rather – without any difficulty. Yeah, it’s pretty awesome, I know. That’s why I ask myself that same question all the time.

Why am I so damn clutch?