This Is Where It Starts

What, you mean this is it?

I've never been good at sign-ups.

Um, right. Well, if you read a lot of blogs, ou;re probably sick of hearing people explain how they decided to start keeping a "blog", and also of typing errors like "ou;re". Unfortunately, I'm a careless man, and a conventional one too.

In my defence, I try to spell like to other people. However:
1) I'm British.
2) The keyboard I'm using now has most of the letters worn off by friction.
3) Without sloppy typers, we'd never have had words like "Flrrs" for "flees" or "Oxfrod" for the name of my adoptive home town. And a world where a man is not free to flrr from Oxfrod, should the occaision call for it, is not a world I would want to live in.
4) I'm a scientist.

Actually, point one raises a serious issue. I'm going to have to change the timestamp from San Francisco time, or you'll all think I'm some kind of loser who posts at 4.20 am instead of respectable early-afternoon blogging.

(I use the word "loser" ironically. See point 4. I read War and Peace in my GCSE year.)

So, onto the next question. Why blog?

I recently formed a hero-worship relationship with Carrington Vanston. He used to keep a weblog. There's another person I revere as a human idol, but I won't link to them now. I don't want to play all my aces, you see. 'Tis ture. True.

And now I go to play with templates and counters and other aspects of Gadget Joy.

Song in my head: "Piece by Piece" by Feeder