Tis the season for dusting off the ol' blogonet, heating up the coils on the computron, and making empty promises of frequent, regular posting from now into the great unknown future. Expect a flurry of posts enthused with naive optimism, and then a sudden, crushing silence as I lose interest.
I should be posting some sort of statement of intent, but really, I ain't got one. I suppose this is one way for me to follow that old writing bon mot of writing 500 words a day, but I'm not sure I've got that in me. I'm sure I average more than 500 words a day anyhow, if you count IMs, emails, and all other forms of correspondence I may engage in. And if you count shopping lists, well, hey, I'm sitting pretty.
So no promises for 500 words a day here. I'm not that guy. I'm not going to pretend to be that guy.
Instead, I will promise a single coherent thought, with at least some degree of elaboration up to the point where I get bored with said thought, and let it go. Things I may write about: pirate journalism, hatred (mine towards world), hatred (world towards me), hatred (mine towards the Game).
Enjoy standing under my raging bile duct. Peas out.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
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