Heeeeeelllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooo heeeellllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooo readers from days of yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore!
Yeah, I haven't been around.
And I gotta say, I'm a bit discouraged by my old ragamuffin blog
I need something shiny and slick and full of pictures all sharp and ...some other S word.
I'm sure I need wordpress...or something.
And a new "branding"....or whatnot.
All graphic and designy and color coordinated to distract you from the fact that there's zero, zilch consistent content.
You're right to ask what it is, and what it is is people writing online every day for a month.
Just writing away to our heart's content.
And publishing what we write.
So other people all over Teh Internet have the opportunity to read it.
Oh c'mon...don't look so skeptical or rolly-eyed. People take part in lots of past times that to others are seemingly self-centered, appearing-to-be massive wastes-of-time masquerading-as-art. Scrapbooking, for instance. Knitting dog dresses. Deciding on your next tattoo. Critiquing Dancing With The Stars.
Me, I write.
And yes, it's a blog. A blog filled with all the odd and insignificant trifles that pass through my noggin' during the day, most of which get exhaled somewhere during my daily drive along I-83 and are never heard from again.
Some funny thoughts.
A joke about Nazis and mummies.
A poem for the driver who cut me off in traffic.
All that, gone.
So, you know, although I don't have die cut roses or wool pom-poms to dress up my past time, I think that writing a blog is still a worthwhile endeavor as much as any time-filler of anyone else I know.
Well...except for my friend who does heart transplants in her spare time.
And a guy I know who crochets water purifiers for third world countries out of those sample socks you get at shoe stores and throw away after one use.
And the neighbor who crafts with stink bugs.
Those hobbies are, I admit, a hair more worthwhile than writing a blog.
Still, I remain unmoved.
I will forge onward, un-embarrassed, with the renewal of my lease on this little corner of Teh Internets. For the next 30 days or so, I'll share some thoughts. I'll tell some jokes. And I might even write a poem about my favorite paper punch.
So, here it is.
My un-humble blog.
It's not curing the common cold.
But it's not causing hot glue gun burns, either.
Don't be afraid to stare.