So, I Was Poking Around On The Internet...
...and I discovered that I have a blog! Apparently, I've been at it since 2002.
Ain't that a hoot?
Back in January, Vanx referred to this place as a "conceptual train wreck." This, he wrote, was a good thing.
A few months after that, you may recall, I took what seems to me now to be a brief scoot across America, which turned out to be more of a scoot into, uh, me, if I can get away with writing that (or if you can get away with reading it). Right now I'm sitting in a recliner at my mother's house in Santa Barbara, in the period between That Thing I Did and The Thing I Will Do, a period which seems to consist mainly of reading, watching television, playing Lego Star Wars II, and not riding my trike. I'd like to ride my trike, but it needs a hub that works. And when it gets a hub that works and I'm riding it around, that still won't be much to write about, because this would be the sort of "out and back" riding that ordinary mortals do, not the Go West Young Man riding that formerly superhuman godlike beings such as myself did once, but don't now.
So, what you'd end up with, were I writing on a regular-style basis, is day after day of stuff like this, which is virtually content-free, like popcorn. So you should be glad, I'm thinking, that I'm not writing regularly, because I'd hate to waste your time. Time that could be spent curing cancer, or saving babies from burning buildings, or inventing a palatable fat substitute that doesn't cause...leakage.
See, that's where I'm at right now. Leakage.
And who the hell wants to read about that?
