I suppose I ought to write something here. I wouldn’t want you to think that I was an enormous, sentient computer from the Andromeda galaxy merely masquerading as a human to lull your suspicions until the time when my armada of conquering robot arachno-weasels reach Earth. No, that wouldn’t do at all.
So. The basics. I’m a mid-thirties, tall-looming, left-leaning, home-owning, Michigan-living, cheese-eating married white guy programmer type who (and this may come as a bit of a shock) does not have a beard. It’s not like I haven’t tried. It’s just that the kind of beard I grow makes Trump’s combover look natural.
I am a writer, and just recently finished the second draft of my latest attempt at a novel. It’s just maybe possible I’ll be able to toss the finished version onto a publisher’s slush pile by end-of-May 2007 (thus starting the ever-beloved Parade of Rejection!).
I’ve done this journal thing, sort of, before. I’ve done an online journal (”Big Tall Man”; Apr. 1999 - Apr. 2000) and a weblog (”A Taste of Strange”; Oct. 2000 - Oct. 2002). I have a Livejournal called Hypnerotomachiapet that I’ve been posting to since Nov. 2004. So why do I need a seperate blog for longer rambles, essays, reviews, and such?
Well, because… you see… it’s clearly necessary to seper… um…
Look! Over there! It’s Bjork!
(vooming sound of escape)
