“Begin at the beginning,”, the King said, very gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop”

Let’s try this again, shall we?

I had a blog once before, but I forgot to feed and water it, and it died. Or maybe that was my Neopet, I can never keep these things straight.  Anyhow.

This is the place I am going to put the words about the things.  About the awkward and uncomfortable things, and the beautiful things, and the angry things, and the sad things. The lost things, and found things, and the ridiculous things.

I’m going to write the things that would get me disinherited if there was anyone left to do that. I’m pretty sure it’s all past the statute of limitations. Probably.

What about the thoughts you aren’t supposed to say out loud, those have to go somewhere, right, so why not put them here. It’s not like anyone is going to read it anyway.

Plus, there’s going to be cake. And crafts, because I make stuff too.  Arts and crafts of the apocalypse. Kind of has a nice ring to it I think.

Look, it’s an actual fucking cake.

But I digress, as usual.

As Emerson once wrote, “We become what we think about all day long.”

I’m still figuring out what I’m going to become, but these days at least I have some general idea.

Lorem ipsum, indeed.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat. “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat. “or you wouldn’t have come here.”