Time Wounds All Heels*

It's time.

I've been wounding myself too long with the slings and arrows of outrageous procrastination (boredom?), and even if no one reads this, it still needs to be written. So it goes with the ways of writing...it doesn't count if you don't offer it up for outside perusal (regardless of whether or not it actually gets read).

Writing is therapeutic. Blogging, however, is your ego pretending you have something to say that might actually matter to someone else, or assuming you have a brand that's different enough to stand out. So much of it is all just bugshit on a windshield. But, hey, it's been five years since I posted much stuff and I still have a really big windshield, and now I have a nice camera, and I have a B.A. in BS from a respectable college (actually the degree is pretty old, but, come to think of it, so am I). And, I have a whole bunch of new bugshit to write about - so you might just want to duck, or at least keep your windshield wipers on high for a while.

* There is some debate as to who first actually said "Time wounds all heels." I prefer to believe it was Groucho Marx just because I can.