I figured, why not? It seems these days that everyone and their mother has a blog. I have just as much to say as the next hypocritical, egocentric, midly neurotic, directionless boob.
I can blog, right?
I don't need to know the secret handshake. There's no initiation ceremony concerning butterscotch syrup and a ravenous emu, is there? Is there?
No. So here I am. With a blank page on which to write my rantings, ravings and everything in between. Something to fiddle with when my block is in the way. Something to work with when I can't flesh out the details. Something to do on a slow day at work... Not everything will makes sense. Not everything will be good. Some of it might even suck.
Let's see how it goes, shall we?
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