Abandon hope, all ye who enter here...

"...for drivel shall spew forth and cauterize thy eyes..."

So I've done it; I've finally set aside my preconcieved notions of how the predominant characteristics of "bloggers" were ultimately a lack of intelligence, perspective, and better things to do with one's own time, and just went ahead and set up a stupid-ass blog for myself.Not that I don't enjoy reading blogs; on the contrary, sometimes there is no better resource than the published opinion of a fellow human being who happens to exist outside the realm of that certain form of manipulation of the public's opinion known as "corporate sponsorship".

I happen to see sifting through all the fucking cruft that is the web as an enormous waste of time - there's just no good way to find what you're looking for, and if you do happen to find something relavent, it's usually so saturated with bullshit (either produced by the consumer or the consume-ee), that it makes me want to break shit for wasting as much time as I did looking for it.

Anyway, why did I bother? I'll tell you why; a very old and very dear friend of mine turned me on to blogging through his blog - Black Rabbit. It didn't seem like much to me, until I read through the entry titled "You start on Monday" - man, that really hit home. At that point, it finally struck me: I don't communicate enough with any of my friends or family - I'm a self-certified workaholic, which is 50% worse than my dad (he's not self-certified).

So I figured (even though underneath, it probably has a lot to do with to my own lack of intelligence, perspective, better things to do, and [most likely] good judgement) that it couldn't be all that bad for me to set up another semi-anonymous text-based fountain of frustration and anguish in the "blogosphere", and maybe someone I know will stumble upon it one day.

So now I have my own platform from which I may spew forth my thoughts, however meaningful or meaningless. Can't hurt, right?

After all, who's really gonna read this drivel, anyway?