Mm, yeah, INTERNET.

A drunken conversation with B on my porch steps the other evening convinced me that I needed, for my own edification, to start a blog. I get little thoughts all day (and I'm probably the only one) and since I don't really put them anywhere but that vast but poorly lit and unorganized warehouse inside of my head, things tend to get lost or water-damaged. This should be a fine way to house my mental scrapings, like talking about movies that I watch, or books I read, or things I do. Things no one really wants to hear from you in day to day conversation. You know, BLOG shit. Plus, uh, blog groupies? Is that a thing? Yeah, I'll get blog groupies, and then I'll get blogonorreah. Thank you internet.