Greetings

Hello. For those of you who may not know me, my name is Bill.

So, I've never done this before. Blog, I mean.

I used to post things on a MySpace page but MySpace, not to put too fine a point on it, sucks. It's slow, it's buggy (our laptop was laid out by a virus just because my wife used it to visit MySpace), and I'm really tired of being inundated with porn requests. It's disheartening to get a message reading "Vyxxen wants to be your friend" only to discover that in fact, no, Vyxxen doesn't want to be your friend. Vyxxen, whose breasts create their own gravitational pull- skittles and M&Ms orbit about them, doesn't even exist. Vyxxen is merely a phantasm created to increase traffic to some porno site. You've been "spammed" (I believe that's the term). A man can only take so much frustration.

I'm told by many people that I should write more- not because I'm depriving the world of some colossal talent, but because writing is conducive to sanity maintenance. You see, I am subject to random ideas, notions, and brain farts which, if left unexpressed, just rattle around my undersized cranium like socks in a dryer. Gotta get that stuff out of my head or I'll go loopy (Well, maybe loopier than I already am).

So here I am.

There will probably be items in this space focusing mostly on things like sports (especially baseball), movies, music, and history. There will very likely also be items regarding any number of things. I'm drawn to very random and disparate topics. You see, I was one of those weird kids who used to read reference books for enjoyment. Give me an atlas, encyclopedia, dictionary, or thesaurus, and you wouldn't hear from me for several hours. I'm still the same way but now, my playground is the internet.

Anyway, if you like what you read here, let me know. If not, you can still let me know- just be polite.

And if you're reading this, Vyxxen, please know that you broke my heart. Strumpet.