So, I've been thinking. (I know, I know… bad habit.) I've been thinking about why I started blogging. Put simply, I had things to say. And rather arrogantly, I thought that other people might be interested in reading my opinions. I've had a personal web page since around 1997. I've used that space for art, essays, photos, a movie tribute, even HTML experiments. Thousands of people have wandered in over the years. Maybe 30 have bothered to e-mail me.
I started this blog because I wanted something more. I wanted to keep doing those same things, but I wanted more exposure. I've been thinking about it for a few days, and I realized I still want that. As I write this, I realize it sounds a little needy. But really, isn't this what we all want? We blog for feedback. Why else do we write here instead of using a yellow legal pad?
So I've decided to continue blogging. I'll probably only have a few entries a week, but at least it's something. I'm still not sure what kind of tone this blog will take, but I figure I'll take that part one day at a time.
There is one part that I've figured out, however. I'm going to let more of me seep through. I've never been dishonest, either here or on your blogs. But I have been somewhat secretive. I've never really talked about work, family, friends. Aside from Sister, who reveals more about her personal life than I'd write about her anyway, I rarely mention anyone from my offline world. There have been passing references to Girlfriend, The Kid, and I think probably my mother, but that's about it. The very notable exception to this is Benny The Four Fingered Magician.
I think I've been so secretive about my offline life partly out of respect for the people around me. I don't want to be so secretive anymore. I still probably won't blog about work, but I think I'm gonna start talking about a lot more people. So you can all look forward to future stories about people like Great White Hunter, The Princess Niece, Inveterate Liar, and Fat Indian Bitch.
So yeah, it looks like I still have things to say. I went out drinking with Sister on Friday and I couldn't stop thinking of things to say.
Also, I won't just pull up stakes without properly saying goodbye. All weekend long, I felt guilty about leaving things up in the air the way I did. If I ever do leave for good, I won't leave some pansy-ass "Dear John" note instead of some kind of proper goodbye.
That about sums it up. I'm back. I'm staying for the indeterminate future. I'm changing this space, but I'm not completely sure how. And I won't sneak off in the middle of the night.
Now down to business. Pay up, -G.D. Show me your tits.