Uno…You Know.

So, here goes the long, drawn-out, tediously pretentious first post in which tell you all about me, my likes, dislikes, blah blah blah…

Actually, no. That’s so…Angelfire/Geocities circa 1995 when every goofball with an Internet connection had a “web page,” complete with garishly tiled background images, ridiculously oversized Technicolor fonts that looked like a toddler upchucked a bag of Skittles onto the screen, and, of course, the dreaded “1337” speak (leetspeak).

I should know; I was one of them.

My freshman year of college was spent making a page that would serve as my online inventory of all the CDs I owned. I went through the arduous process of scanning and uploading all of my CD covers because I thought I was being cool. Then I got bored with it and decided to just write a list of them instead. Then I got bored with that, so I put the kibosh on the whole damn thing.

Yes. Despite my intelligence, I, too, was afflicted with a flea-like attention span typical of many teenagers.

During my later college years, I ventured out into “owning” a domain and actually paid for webhosting – because that was the chic thing to do back then. I thought I was big shit because I learned HTML and CSS and was pretty good with Paint Shop Pro (which, at the time, I liked much better than Photoshop). I “managed” that blog for three years until after I graduated and decided that I didn’t have time for it anymore.

And then, something happened. I don’t know if I was asleep, high (kidding), drunk (not kidding), or what, but the technology floodgates opened up, exposing a whole new world of possibilities for one to cement his or her online presence. YouTube. Myspace. Facebook. Twitter. Tumblr. Instagram. WordPress.

Isn’t it amazing how far we’ve come from the rudimentary tools of old?

Anyway, because the unemployment fairy decided to sprinkle her magic joblessness dust over my head back in April, I now have time to resume what I loved to do: Write what I want for whomever will read it. Let’s see how big of a following I can create with just my words.