An introduction to nothing

I intended for this to be a place to share my work, thoughts, and other pointless what-have-yous.
Will I actually do that? Shit if I know...

Wait, who am I kidding...typically that is what a "blogspot" is for, correct?

Well, fuck me in the eye and call me Shirley Temple...

It's actually kind of humorous. I wouldn't consider myself to be too ostentatious (but wait, me pretending to deny my flashiness makes me...flashy?), but -- on occasion -- I enjoy constructive criticism about the work I produce...or praise. Mostly praise.

But who doesn't?

Anyway, previous to this "blogspot" or whatever the proper term is (note: me pretending not to be "up" on the net lingo), I kept a journal, where I wrote down [most] of my thoughts and attempted to draw silly things like Mickey Mouse in a one piece bathing suit or Charlie Brown doing lines of coke off of Felix the Cat's ear.

[Another note: I surprisingly made up the latter-half of that previous statement. I can't draw for marbles.]

I guess what I'm trying to say is...well...I don't know what I'm trying to say. Usually "blogspots" (note: see blog of unnecessary quotes) don't need introductions. I like introductions. I like knowing what I'm getting into before I'm in it. I like feeling safe, though I rarely do (finally getting inside my head? Not quite yet...)

So that's why I'm providing you, the reader who is still astonishingly reading this, with an intro to whatever is to come.

I wish you well, faithful friend.