Hi, Hello, Hi.
I doubt I’m the only person who sometimes has difficulty with beginnings. I mean, once you get going with a thing, it tends to gather momentum and requires more steering than pushing. But starting a thing – ah. That’s the hard part. You have to push and steer, while wondering whether the thing you’re pushing and steering will be worth all the effort.
I’m not saying that blogging mightn’t be worth the effort. I’m just saying stuff about beginning, as a way to begin, so that the beginning is over with and I can get into the more enjoyable stage of letting it flow however it wants to. I think I’ve taken a wrong turn already. That’s good. Unfamiliar territory is familiar territory for me.
Hi, hello, hi. This is the first blog post on our new site.
If you’re really curious and want to read old posts about anything/nothing/everything, I’m sure you’ll find the old blog without too much difficulty. I will warn you, though: the best post is a pun. What I’m saying is, it’s not worth your time unless you and your time are fighting and you’re looking for ways to waste it as punishment.
This morning I thought about writing out the chord chart to one 90s pop hit or another and bringing it to band practice, claiming it as my own, just to see how long it would take for John-at-Warr to figure it out. He almost certainly hasn’t heard (m)any of these songs, and it’d be hilarious to watch him try to figure out if I were serious.¹
It would be payback for the time he bought a bag of Brussels sprouts for me when I asked him to get feijoas. He did a very convincing job of pretending not to know the difference between the two.
I dislike Brussels sprouts. I can consume almost limitless amounts of feijoa. It was rather disappointing.
Hi, hello, hi. Welcome to the blog.
¹ To clarify: I in no way intend to mock any of these songs. I am a child of the 90s. These songs are the soundtrack to my tween years, when fitting in meant watching music television. I have a soft spot in my heart for 90s pop in a way that allows me to thoroughly enjoy it, even if I don’t exactly like it. Maybe this doesn’t make a lot of sense, but neither does the Macarena.
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