What the heck is this place anyway?
If you turn left at the Shady Dell and then take your first right at The Thing? you’ll stumble into our little home on The Internets. Granted, it’s a little off the beaten track and will require that you purchase several useless tchotchkes, but you’ll be glad you made the trip.If you visit regularly, there’s a decent chance of happening by a little hyperbole or perhaps some colorful metaphors. Visit sporadically and you may expect moderately pithy observances of societal interaction, wanderlust or animal husbandry/child-rearing.
Wait, WHY are you doing this?
Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure. It’s clear that the kids like this whole “blogging” thing and there may be some kind of money in it, but I don’t much like teenagers and I don’t need the money. Maybe we’ll go with “fame”. Hmmmm, no, that won’t work either. Fame brings with it a whole multitude of gross infractions on one’s plans for a quiet and idyllic desert life. Let’s just stick with “fun.” I find writing to be slightly therapeutic and miss it when I’m not doing it. I could also use the practice, but of course you’ve already noticed that.
No seriously, why are you doing this?
Well I think I adequately addressed that question in my previous paragraph, but I really enjoy employing the writing technique of using the disembodied, inquisitorial voice of a third party. The really sad part, however, is that it’s really just one of the many voices in my own head. No it’s not. Yes it is. Shut up.
Wherein I bid you happy trails
As the last glint of sunlight kisses the tip of our wigwam and we drift off to sleep to the sound of Perez Prado floating on the warm desert breeze, we wish you a lazy, trouble-free drive through the desert. May the cactus wren of paradise fly up your nose.