A Friendly Hello

What better time to start fresh than a Friday afternoon, five minutes to six o'clock, water boiling on the stove waiting to be impregnated with Annie's macaroni and cheese, all bad memories of the work week shoved neatly out of my brain and lodged in the knots that make up my neck and upper back. I just spent about twenty minutes waiting for a rock in my backyard to move because I thought it might be a bunny. That's the kind of inspiring atmosphere in which great things are born, or reborn, or removed from MySpace and replanted in a somewhat more respectable internet venue.

What do you think of the new name? Did you ever see a dog house that's shaped like an igloo? Did you consider it for more than a few seconds? Because if you did, you should have realized that it was both impeccibly practical and impossibly absurd at the same time. You should have wanted to buy one for a moment, just before you relized you didn't have a dog. Then, the next instant sent you red with rage and you wanted to burn the fucking thing for being so stupid, so pointless, I mean, an igloo for a dog. Why does it have to be round like that? What the fuck is wrong with you people?

So you leave the store feeling utterly ridiculous, almost embarassed at yourself and that's what I try to go for with my writing.

Hence the title.

So that's it, I'm just saying hello, and here's this thing, etc. etc., I'm going to get something to eat and call Zach.

I should have my first ligitimate post up by Sunday evening.