Blogging’s humble beginnings

So begins my official life as a blogger! I’d like to say that I’ve been blogging long before blogging was cool, but I don’t think that applies. What is a blog, you may ask? Well, if you were paying attention to anything I wrote on 8 June’s posting, then you know that you’re reading a blog. Blog is short for Web Log, or even online journal. I think online journal sounds better. Blogging sounds like I’m involved with year-old pot bellied pigs, whipped cream, and an “artist formerly known as Prince” shaped branding iron. Yeah. It’s appropriately named. But necessity is the mother of invention and I needed an easy way to track all the crap I’ve been writing down for so long. Enter Blog 7.1! I gave Greymatter a brief shot. Kinda complicated with one hell of a learning curve (especially to us Pearl script Neanderthals) and I just didn’t have the time at the moment to figure it out. So like water off a duck’s back, I took the easy route. Or is it goose shit through a tin horn? Is that the easy route? Hhmmm.

Anyways, this particular entry is being written is response to the enormous upheaval in disapproval to me not updating my site for two months. I know, I know. I said my next update would be 7 July when I got back from my COT leave, but summer term was still in full swing and only now have things calmed down enough to get something productive done. If you’ve been to my site anytime in the last 24 hours, you’ll see an all new intro screen attempting vainly to excuse my behavior for the last two months and promises of things to come. All modesty aside, I think you’re in for a treat…

I had a very interesting email conversation with Adrienne today. As much as I’d like to rehash the whole thing for the world to see in a public journal, I won’t. All I’ve gotta say about that is Adrienne, if you’re reading this, I believe in standard features. I support and endorse standard features. I believe options are for people who can’t make up their minds. I agree, condone, concur, and support you idea. There.

I’d like to write and write and write; spilling my guts on what I’ve been doing and how I’ve been, but my obvious vacation from the keyboard is a major factor in my hand cramp threshold. As it stands now, I’m in a hurt bag. Pitiful, I know. There were days when I was younger when I could handle the real painful stuff. Like chasing your sister through the house and stubbing your little toe on the kitchen table. Like being sprayed in the eyes with hair spray because you wouldn’t close the bathroom door and let your sister finish “primping” to go God-knows-where. Or like being clawed so deep across your left pectoral that it leaves scars over 15 years later. Was it a crazed lion attack during your tour of duty in South Africa, you may ask? Nope. Same sister.

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