What's in your sock drawer?

As I sit here looking out my dining room window at the verdant jungle of waving grass that is my back yard, listening to the dulcet tones of Rammstein, I can help but wonder: what the bloody #$*@ possessed me to put up a blog?

Peer pressure, I guess.

That's not quite right. I suppose I have been nurturing a desire to connect with the collective consciousness as much as the next faceless keyboard over. But an online diary? A periodic glimpse into the bureau in my head? What suddenly makes me think it's a good idea to toss all the neatly balled-up socks over my shoulder to get to all the spare change and buttons at the bottom of my sock drawer?

Socks?

Who is this guy?

This blog sat empty for a day after I set it up. Someone (a peer...) said I should put something in it.

So I have.