I will begin with a grand cliche.
It doesn't seem relevant anymore. The cliche, I mean. Oh well, whatever.
If I were asked how or why I created this blog, all I'd manage is a sheepish grin. The how is classified information. I do remember when I created it, though. It must have been at about 2 in the morning, with my roommates sound asleep and a cooler droning in the background. And this must have been somewhere in mid-June. What, then, was I doing so long? Let's just put it this way - everytime I thought I wanted to write, I'd find a valid reason not to.
I've beaten about the bush for all I'm - or this blog is - worth. I'm here because I'm amazed at how well facades cover things.
That's what a facade is for, right?
But it still took me by surprise!
I've pulled a shoulder muscle, and it hurts to type. I'd better get going. Class begins at 9. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe I won't. I hope I will. There's a lot of dusting to do yet :)
It doesn't seem relevant anymore. The cliche, I mean. Oh well, whatever.
If I were asked how or why I created this blog, all I'd manage is a sheepish grin. The how is classified information. I do remember when I created it, though. It must have been at about 2 in the morning, with my roommates sound asleep and a cooler droning in the background. And this must have been somewhere in mid-June. What, then, was I doing so long? Let's just put it this way - everytime I thought I wanted to write, I'd find a valid reason not to.
I've beaten about the bush for all I'm - or this blog is - worth. I'm here because I'm amazed at how well facades cover things.
That's what a facade is for, right?
But it still took me by surprise!
I've pulled a shoulder muscle, and it hurts to type. I'd better get going. Class begins at 9. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe I won't. I hope I will. There's a lot of dusting to do yet :)
