And here I am.
Sitting at the keyboard.
Preparing to type my very first blog entry that’s not tied to Caringbridge or the world of cancer in some way.
Clicking on the keyboard ….. preparing to type …. letters …. which will make words ….. which will form sentences ….. because I have very, very, extremely, profound things to say ….. which will be ….. coherent not.
Oh, my word, what the hell made me think I had anything worthwhile to say, anyway????
Geez, let’s try again. Just, start over from the beginning.
“Hi, and welcome to my blog!”
(No, way too cheesy.)
“Hello, and thank you for joining me here at notquitewhatihadplanned.blogspot.com ….”
Holy Crap, could I have possibly come up with a longer, more awkward, WORSE name for a website??? What on earth was I thinking? Oh, yeah, I remember now, the name I wanted was TAKEN …. Curses to the lazy bastard at areyoukiddingme.blogspot.com who hasn’t updated his site in four freakin’ YEARS, yet kept me from taking the name that should have been rightfully mine, such is the treachery and woe of the cut-throat internet domain game.
Ok, um, sorry, what was I talking about?
Oh yeah, this new site. Well, technically, it’s not really NEW-new, I’ve just been updating it with my identical Caringbridge updates for the past two months in an attempt to familiarize myself with the Blogger template and posting process. I had hopes. High hopes. Hopes that I would begin blogging somewhere besides Caringbridge and somehow dazzle you with stories about the witty and dashing Escoe family, about our madcap exploits, notorious ‘round the world for our joie de vivre and Je-ne-sais-quoi and various other French phrases. Despite all that, all I’ve actually managed to learn in the last two months is that no blogger worth his or her salt in fact **uses** Blogger, and by setting up my site here, I’ve basically out-ed myself as a total computer goober who has no business writing a blog because only complete WIMPS and AMATUERS and PUSSIES use Blogger and seriously, I should be ashamed of my lack of modern day web designing skills. And! To add insult to injury, I didn’t even like France the one time I visited, because they refused to give me regular mustard at a hot dog stand at Normandy Beach, stuck up bastards pretending like they didn't understand English, so I HAVE NO joie de vivre!
Now that we’ve established:
1. I have absolutely nothing of interest to say.
2. This is the worst name for a blog site … EVER ….. and
3. I am a total blogging amateur, well,
Bookmark me and please come visit me again tomorrow! I promise to rebound from this dismal beginning and post something
PS. Angela, I'm only kidding about France. Well, not really. I really did go to Normandy and some grumpy hot dog guy really did refuse to give me mustard, but other than that, I thought your country was lovely and I hope to go back sometime, preferably to eat myself into a wine and cheese-induced coma.