Where The Hell Am I?

Good question.

You have stumbled upon the reincarnation of Josh Clauss’s…’s “I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Not-A-Blog” Blog. Bienvenue.

Like the last fleeting versions of various sizes and scales, this blog is a thing to be visited by people who either:

A) Care about my opinion on things

ii) Want some insight on what is going on in on my life riiiiiiiiiiiiight….NOW!

and/or 3a) Get a kick out of reading the musings of a complete stranger.

No doubt, that makes the market niche for this page pretty damn narrow. Yet, I understand as well as you do that these kind of things are creepily viewed by many (many) more people than we care to realize or dwell upon. How do we know this? Because we have all done it. My goal is to keep the interest of these various creeps and losers until I become their King and they are sacrificing their vintage action figures and naming new open-source applications in my honor. It’s the little things that make life worthwhile, you know.

For new inductees to the TRJ Nation, I write about whatever grabs my curiosity, with main topics of interest being: The Human Condition, Pro & College Sports, Politics, Corporate Ethics, The Hugging of Trees and Small Creatures (that don’t bite), Business Topics du Jour, Headlines, and My Fabulous Existence. I don’t claim to know what I’m talking about in every instance (not even when it comes to me), but at the very least I tend to know one thing about everything. I cover up my drivel with clever quips about whatever I happen to be musing on, and this absolves me of any potentially stupid argument or statement I can ever make. However, I do welcome all counters and corrections, and I promise to, at the very least, gloss over them and mutter to myself about the poster’s lack of life. Positive comments, on the other hand, are greeted with honorary “best friend” status.

As for me, my name is Josh Clauss (as you’ve probably figured out). I very recently finished a long job hunt to find a position with Tuggl.com, a place (not a real place, but you know) where anyone with an internet connection can go to find responsible service professionals – in every sense of all those words. My office with them roughly translates to “Communications Guy,” so that’s what it says on my business cards. I graduated from CU-Boulder with a Bachelor’s degree in Accounting & Business Admin in December 2005, a semester earlier than was necessary, and would recommend to anyone considering graduating early to not do this unless they like polishing glasses at a pomp-and-circumstance restaurant for more than a year before having a near breakdown. My most recent graduation, though, came in the form of a Master’s in Marketing from the University of St Andrews in Scotland, where I learned unhealthy amounts about scotch whiskey, the gaping systemic holes in Western civilization’s interpretation of capitalism, and how to bury myself under a huge mound of debt. I also managed to learn enough of the coursework to receive a diploma that looks like crap until I can afford the one that they sell that’s actually worth showing to people. The last place I would have thought I’d end up after all of this is back in the Denver/Boulder area, but as it turns out, that’s where all the cool businesspeople happen to be. I am very verbose with my verbiage and tend toward superfluous loquaciousness, and I might be the world’s biggest fan of parentheses (if only to avoid the irritating scroll-fest caused by footnotes). Everything else you can determine from the blog. That’s what this is all about.

So please, feel free to window-shop around my psyche. I promise no one will ask you if you need help (even though you probably do).

Stupidity Disclaimer:

Let the record show that statements like the one above, and pretty much anything else I choose to write on this site are my thoughts and not the thoughts of my employer or anyone else. That means they are also not your thoughts, so don’t take them without asking. They might not always be true, they might not always be right, sometimes they might even offend a few people, and in the future, I’m sure we’re going to look back on all of this and realize what an idiot I actually was. So a lot of the time, putting anyone else’s name on them might just be a bit daft. In short, if you decide to steal my asinine thoughts, you’re dumb. If you think my asinine thoughts represent anyone else’s but mine, you’re even dumber. And being dumber than me is really, really hard. So, if that’s you, congratulations.