The Initial Hurrah

And so it begins, Theory.

I have caved in to your oppressive demands and have undertaken a blog of my own. I have done it not for the reasons you would think no matter what those reasons are. Tattoos? Fuck you, that is not why. Women? Certainly not. You can keep guessing as to why and I will continue to tell you that the answer is simply that this, in the first month of the two-thousand and eighth year of our lord, is the day of reckoning. I have tossed my gauntlet into the dust at your feet and pissed wildly into the sun.

I have never kept up with a blog before because eventually one has to wonder about the point. Is this a public journal of my exploits? A record of my life left for a digital archeologist to sift out of the rusted wreckage of porn sites when the interwebs finally becomes a smoking heap? Who knows. Honestly I imagine this is going to turn into an account of the ridiculous nature of my life. There will be posts on WoW, on drinking, on writing and my lust for published works. There will be rants that I will allow you in on and make love to you with. There will be music made when my words rub your eyes like a reed pulled across taught strings. I will try not to worry you too much and I will attempt to entertain as best as I am able. There will be cussing, pirates, sods and scalliwags, british fops fucking mops and other such items of obscene nature. I hope as you play the voyeur you enjoy it all and feel no guilt for reading. With that, I suppose, the disclaimer and opening is finished.

So begins scene one, act one: Oh My Brothers.