How many fresh starts are allowed in a lifetime?

If I thought about it long enough, I'm sure I could come up with how many online journals I've started, how many I've abandoned, how many I still have, and probably categorize them as to what purpose they have.

Hmm, I think this one is number ten. Give or take a couple.

But this one, at the flagship Blogger, was a premeditated one, one that lingered in the back of my mind for at least a year, maybe two years. It was one of those "you know, I should make one there," but resisted an impulsive signup and detail fill. After doing the YOTB project, I felt it would be a disservice to slickness of this blog site.

And as anyone who knows me would tell you, I don't do anything without some sort of methodology or purpose behind it, even if it appears random and impulsive.

What will I do with this weblog? I could speculate and fantasize about it. Perhaps I'll give out the down low on the various circles I'm associated with in all of its unbridled glory (something I've never felt completely free to do, probably has something to do with the bad habit of writing to the reader). I know I will not waste kilobytes filling out surveys or other chain message "meme" head space killers. That would be a disservice to myself, and to those who may be looking for quality writing.

Writing, yes... everyone now not only knows someone in a band, but someone who's a writer, thanks to the internet and computers. Any schmuck with a computer and the right software has a "band", and the same is true with writer schmucks.

This begs the question, "on what authority can you be so critical?" Well, I'll tell you right now that if anyone is going to put themselves in the spotlight, they better expect thrown rocks, and develop a sense of humor real quick. If you can't laugh at yourself, you've no business laughing at anyone/thing else.

And I'm not asking you to agree or disagree. I'll let the world speak for itself.

Welcome aboard.