Fuck.
I apologize for that, but I wanted my first word to be something memorable. Besides, this way I got that first word down, which can sometimes be a scary thing.
Well, I finally took my good friend Ken's advice, and decided to put this thing together. You'll all have to bear with me because although I consider myself fairly computer literate...I'm new to the blogging world. The closest I've come previously was emailing some long, rambling diatribes about whatever pissed me off that day to my friends. (One of the reasons, no doubt, that Ken prodded me to start this--now I won't keep sending them to him.)
In case any of you are wondering, the meaning of the title of this blog is...actually, I'm not going to tell you. I will say that it has nothing to do with WMDs, Iraq, politics, or any of that (although I will probably discuss those things from time to time).
I was thinking about what I wanted to put on this space that bears my name (or at least my nom de blog). Sometimes I feel like being funny and irreverant, sometimes I feel like being pissed off, and there will probably be more than a few days where I don't feel like writing anything at all. But that's me. I can't really promise to be consistantly educational, entertaining, and thought-provoking, but on most days, I hope I can manage at least one of the three.
So there it is...I've jumped off the cliff, feeling that momentary rush you get in your gut as your body just seems to hover before gravity takes over....
Wonder how long before I hit bottom?
