I never promised you a rose garden...

OK...so I didn't promise scintillating content. (Or any kind of regular updates, apparently...)

I've never really been one to keep up with a diary, online or otherwise. And my problem with personal web pages has never been a lack of will or desire to create...it's always been a dearth of content.

Of course, there's always that part of my brain the chirps, "If you have time to blog, you have time to work on that non-personal website that you've been neglecting, you slacker!".

So...I still don't know what this blog is going to be about. And I'm still not going to promise gripping content, although I suppose I could make more of an effort to reward loyal followers (or possibly follower) with something approaching regular updates.

It takes time to organize your sock drawer. That's why people don't do it that often...

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.