Act 1 Scene 1
Enter Writer, Me.
Scene: Uncle's House
Type: Soliloquy
Hour: The Witching Hour.
Begin
Hey there,
Welcome to my corner on the Web. I often wonder what took me so long to create it. Like many others, I thought this was just another passing fad; an ephemeral spike in fascination for virtual social interaction. This whole business of the blog. So I paid no attention to it. Magazine advertisements and Special Focus TV shows continued their focalisation on this phenomenon. But magazine pages flew in front of me and then right past me, like what happens to a cartoon character recollecting something in the past; TV shows on this topic got 10 seconds of my attention at best, that too when I was in a particulary forgiving mood.
Finally, I succumbed. I did. Due to quite an eclectic mix of reasons, I have decided to start my own blog. Now I am dumbfounded everytime I think about it. It was so obvious that this would be a great outlet for, well, pensieri in mia testa.
Ok then, off we go. I should give you a little of my background. After experiencing Asia and Europe in a variety of roles and circumstances, not to mention dire contrasts of weather whose observation would drive even Francis Wilson crazy, (brushes of European influence you see) I have landed in the United States of America. I now live in the pretty 'little' (by no means in the literal sense!) state of California. I finished college with a rather heavy degree in, well, how things work, from a university where squirrels are abundant, beautiful people are everywhere, and European car makers come to extend personal notes of thanks to students and teachers alike.
I will soon be working in the city of 45 degree inclines. Such contrast from squirrel country; if you know, you know what I am talking about.
On to the blogging then. I like to think. I like to think about things. I like to think about many things at once. I like to think about many things about each of the many things. You can already see the fun I have. It struck me one day; why not let others see what you think about?
Thus, at 12:45 AM, in my uncle's house, by the pool and the hot tub and the sleep-barking bichon frise was born this blog.
Now then, I have quite a lot that I want to share with you, the reader. Not knowing who you are will make it even more interesting. Otherwise there is no way I will show this stuff to that annoying bastard friend of mine, ??? ! Anyway, attempts at being funny apart, I end this intro here.
Tune in later for what succeeds this prologue. The box will slowly be opened and its contents revealed.
Scene: Uncle's House
Type: Soliloquy
Hour: The Witching Hour.
Begin
Hey there,
Welcome to my corner on the Web. I often wonder what took me so long to create it. Like many others, I thought this was just another passing fad; an ephemeral spike in fascination for virtual social interaction. This whole business of the blog. So I paid no attention to it. Magazine advertisements and Special Focus TV shows continued their focalisation on this phenomenon. But magazine pages flew in front of me and then right past me, like what happens to a cartoon character recollecting something in the past; TV shows on this topic got 10 seconds of my attention at best, that too when I was in a particulary forgiving mood.
Finally, I succumbed. I did. Due to quite an eclectic mix of reasons, I have decided to start my own blog. Now I am dumbfounded everytime I think about it. It was so obvious that this would be a great outlet for, well, pensieri in mia testa.
Ok then, off we go. I should give you a little of my background. After experiencing Asia and Europe in a variety of roles and circumstances, not to mention dire contrasts of weather whose observation would drive even Francis Wilson crazy, (brushes of European influence you see) I have landed in the United States of America. I now live in the pretty 'little' (by no means in the literal sense!) state of California. I finished college with a rather heavy degree in, well, how things work, from a university where squirrels are abundant, beautiful people are everywhere, and European car makers come to extend personal notes of thanks to students and teachers alike.
I will soon be working in the city of 45 degree inclines. Such contrast from squirrel country; if you know, you know what I am talking about.
On to the blogging then. I like to think. I like to think about things. I like to think about many things at once. I like to think about many things about each of the many things. You can already see the fun I have. It struck me one day; why not let others see what you think about?
Thus, at 12:45 AM, in my uncle's house, by the pool and the hot tub and the sleep-barking bichon frise was born this blog.
Now then, I have quite a lot that I want to share with you, the reader. Not knowing who you are will make it even more interesting. Otherwise there is no way I will show this stuff to that annoying bastard friend of mine, ??? ! Anyway, attempts at being funny apart, I end this intro here.
Tune in later for what succeeds this prologue. The box will slowly be opened and its contents revealed.
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