OK, so I’m making a date. With you, dear reader. A standing date from now on, in perpetuity. A promise to set your watch by. A promise that you’ll look back years from now and say, grandkiddies on knees, “They don’t make promises like that any more.” And here is what I promise to deliver:

An entry a day. Everyday. Mebbe an op-ed piece on the state of current affairs. Mebbe a Sox rant. Mebbe just a link to some strange story in the news or some pictures of a monkey smoking a cigarette . But I’ve made it my goal, much to my own chagrin, to disrepute the longstanding byline of the space by forming an all new, mundane and FREQUENTLY updated blog.

Some may decry blogs as the self-serving, ego-driven endeavors of the habitual intellectual masturbator. To those nay-sayers I say Nay! These blogs are, at very least, the last bastion of individualism on the web that doesn’t require a corporate sponsor, a buddy in the editorial department, or a pair of bodacious tatas bought and paid for by a north-of-Sunset sugar daddy. At most, they are the greatest acheivment in the delivery of the written word to the people since Gutenberg’s press .

I’m gluing my poster, man. I’m pissing in the corner and marking this territory MINE. By hook or by crook, I’m gonna be here every fucking day (ok, prolly not on weekends) sounding my barbaric yawp for everyone (or no one) to hear.

The postings will come dear reader. The postings will most definitely come.

Talk to you in a few months.

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