Another blog, another blogger

This is my new blog. First thing I'm going to do is fill it up with old things. Old posts from old and abandoned blogs, updates; newspaper columns. For a while in the 1990s, I had a humor column in the Provo Daily Herald, a claim to fame about on par with having your very own gym sock dangling from a power line above the Junior High School. But I'm going to draw attention to it, or at least, I'm going to own it: the gym sock that was "Present Imperfect" is now a clump of something indistinguishable, posted here, and, intermixed thereinto, new posts. I won't differentiate, but I won't edit heavily either, so if you see a reference to, say, my daughter enjoying the Backstreet Boys, you will know it's probably not new news, and as a bonus, you can assume that my daughter has disowned me, since she now despises all vestiges of the pop culture of her youth. I will sometimes get lost in sentences far too long to be healthy; many of them will have semicolons; I have this thing where I believe I freaking OWN the semicolon. And I do. But my point, which, somewhere: yes; my point is that I plan to have content, here, Content. Old, but there. Here. Whatever. This way, at least for the nonce (look it up) I will appear far more currently prolific than I am, and there will be, such as may be, "an archive" of posts, instead of a pathetic three posts, left abandoned and flapping in the cyber wind like my old failed blogs, or like a gym sock on a power line.

I'll let you know when I strike it rich in America.