Many, many years ago, back when I was just a young thing — okay, it was high school, and it was probably 8 years ago — there was this fad sweeping the globe, where young, impressionable teenagers would take their overly hormonal adolescent selves to the internet, and gripe to other, similarly overly hormonal adolescents about things that were, to them, the most important topics on the planet. These mostly consisted of television shows, who was the hottest celebrity, and which of their parents was the worst. This fad was called LiveJournal, and sadly, I was among its many victims.For 5 years I religiously updated my friends on some of the dumbest things I’ve ever put into writing, and they would feed this strange, insatiable need that I seemed to have for attention and sympathy. I still have that journal actually. I go back to it every once in a while to laugh at what an idiot I was back then. Much as I will probably go back and laugh about how much of an idiot I’m being now, attempting the grown up version of LiveJournal. That which we refer to as “blogging.”I have tried countless times before to become a “blogger” all with the same result: complete and utter failure. Honestly, I don’t expect this new endeavor to be much different, though I do plan to make the attempt, however sporadic it may become.Unlike many other people, I have no particular plan or goal or theme for this thing. I just wanted a place to write down my thoughts as they came to me. A place where my personal view of the universe could be transcribed, edited, and posted for all the world to see, comment on, and ultimately tear to pieces in the most vicious manner possible — since that is, in my experience, what commenters do best.And with that said, I will disappear again into the void, until the next time a thought prods at me enough to take action. Partly because I have nothing more to say on the matter, and partly because I am at work, and at some point people will start asking why I haven’t gotten anything useful done.