originally posted 9/6/09 at the original Ephemera Etc.
I’m sitting in my dining room with Casablanca playing nearby and wondering why I’m doing this. Starting this blog, I mean. Especially because I already have a MySpace blog. And I contribute to a Blogger blog. Also I have a Flickr, and a Facebook, and even though I’m still refusing to get myself a Twitter, how much online presence does a person need, anyway?
Just like with drinking, Perez Hilton, and swearing in front of the elderly, I’m trying to cut back. I can’t imagine that everyone wants to know everything about me. I like to tell people (mostly at bars) that I’m charming and delightful, but I’m also surly and have an apartment that, on a good day, smells like dog spit. It should help that I recently became re-employed after a seven month government-subsidized vacation. There’s nothing like sitting around and doing nothing to make you want to write about it.
I’d wanted to make the leap to a more legit blogging site for awhile but kept talking about importing all my old stuff. While some of it was very good (I thought), there was just too much and I am far too lazy to sit around copy-pasting for a week straight. Anyway, leaping is best done full-out, knees at your chest, screaming through the air because you’re terrified of heights but there’s only one way out and that’s down. So here I am.
PS That’s me.