When I lived in Scotland last year I hadn't yet figured out what I would be doing to keep people updated on my adventures and mishaps and, as such, registered a new blog title just in case I ended up using that format. Unfortunately, upon arriving in the bitterly cold North, I quickly realized that a) I'd be lucky to get a chance to write monthly updates at best and b) the internet in Scotland isn't exactly up to the same standards as the internet in the US. For instance: there's no wireless. I don't mean to say that the entire country had no wireless. I'm sure that someone, somewhere had a router set up. What I mean is the bastards who owned my house and turned off the heating during the night in the middle of the winter thus causing all 50something of us to nearly die of hypothermia refused to get it for us....so we were stuck with poor LAN service when we had internet at all.
At any rate...enough bitching. What I'm trying to say is that, due to circumstances, I fell off the blogging bandwagon and when I returned to the US, I set up a Livejournal (that I've used infrequently at best ever since). So...as the cult leaders like to say...it's time I came home. I still haven't decided what this blog is going to be used for. Maybe I'll do literary critiques (if any of you actually believed that I know the son of the deposed king of Nigeria and he needs a favor). Maybe I'll rant about politics. Maybe I'll just get drunk and talk about my feelings. Maybe all 3 and it'll just be a tiny orgy of pretension and sobs! Regardless, I need something to entertain me from time to time and this seemed the most viable candidate at the moment. In the mean time...I'll leave you with this....Man...is, above all, the plaything of his memory (Andre Breton)
