To be honest, I just wanted to bump that annoying turkey game off the front page.

"I was going to wax poetic about a number of topics you have no interest in, but as a very important person I have a number of very important things to do which preclude me from lavishing my attentions on the unwashed."

/\ The passage above summarizes the average introduction to these entries, and it is my sincere belief that you will never suffer through writing of its ilk where I can prevent it.

I am very excited about a number of things, exceedingly anxious about many more; if you're interested, I might take advantage of this space to work a few of them out with you.

Many things have changed in the past few years, and I only hope the majority of my decisions prove positive. A foolish hope, as how could one ever objectively judge the worth of choices never made?

I often feel as though I should be apologizing for who I choose to be, and perhaps some day I will. For now, I ask only that you switch off the monitor for a moment and take a long look at your murky reflection.

Is this all you ever wanted?