The original point of this don’t-call-it-a-blog was to chronicle my life. Well that certainly hasn’t happened. And with my memory as fuzzy & useless as it is, there’s no way I can backfill what happened over the past year, let alone decade, in any useful fashion. I might add some bits & pieces of recent history as I go but I make no promises about this.
I have newly-repaired teeth (okay, gums), I acquired a new skill (disclaimer: actual skill yet to come, I’m still in the early stages), and I have some goals to work toward (including a possible revival of an old, old project). I don’t know if “hopeful” is the right word to use here. Hope isn’t the emotion I’m feeling. It’s more like… “fukkit, what else am I going to do with myself?”
Let’s see if that’s good enough.