Temptations

I swore never to start another blog.  

Partly because of my infringing physical disability, but mostly because, as with most things I start, I seldom finish or completely fulfill my endeavours.

It might stem from a short attention span.  Or merely a general slothful laziness.  But it is a fair warning to anyone demented or unlucky enough to stray here that I offer no promises.  Except the promise to disappoint.

If anyone still remaining or returning to visit this blog, I welcome any emails which I would happily direct to the your local masochistic society.

However, I was tempted tonight to start a new blog.  I had left a pithy comment on a wonderful food blog I discovered and the owner surprisingly responded most favourably.  I deduced she might be on drugs or eight sheets to the winds (notice the increment in numbers!) and she did inspire me to re-think my self-imposed ban.

And thus, this blog is born.

What is its purpose?  I am not quite sure as yet.  Certainly not a desire to inspire a movie a la Julie and Julia .,. which I had the privilege of being sent a signed copy before she got all posh & famous.  Yes, I knew her.  Not well but we hung out in the same food bloggers concentration camps.  And no, I am not above name-dropping.  In fact, I insist.

Well, is it to inspire many to subscribe and thus win the much coveted Internet awards and ads?  Of course, since I am such a conscientious web-savvy marketeer who still has to figure out what RSS means.

I think the closest thing to web awareness that I have now is that I need a place to "listen" to myself talk endlessly without fear of anyone calling me an empty vessel.  Which means I will not publish those comments that call me such.  So there ...

Therefore, welcome to a meandering, non-purpose, inconsistent and woefully inadequate waste of time of a blog.

Yours truly, 

S