Welcome to my blog!

The most successful journal I think I've ever had was on a website, so maybe this will be at least as permanent as that one. This is a place for my thoughts and experiences. Hopefully you relate to some of it. Hopefully you find it, at times, funny, poignant, silly, dark, and deep. Hopefully you do not find it dreary.

I've been meaning to do this for probably a year. But, because of a combination of things, I haven't had the energy or interest. Tonight I've finally decided to jump in. Ideally Squarespace will let me go back and change things I don't like. And as I go along I'll add colors and images and pictures that make sense. Regardless, here I sit as my beef pot pie cools in the microwave to an edible temperature, pounding out a first draft. Here it goes:

There ought to be a word for the following situation: I know I'm being manipulated, and precisely how it's being done; nevertheless, I am doing the thing.

I got on the Disney Store website last week to purchase a porg plushie. Fred Meyer had the singing kind, but I wanted the one you could actually snuggle. So I found the thing I wanted and it read: "Limit of 5 per customer."

And just like that, they had me.

The number 5 had never entered my mind. I wanted a toy. One. Uno. But at the precise moment I read that, I was hooked. Not because they're "limited," which is ridiculous. What, are they going to run out of fabric and thread? Of course not. They can always make more. No, I purchased five because it simply hadn't occurred to me to buy more than one, and yet now, how could I not? One by itself would get lonely. And what am I going to do, only buy two or three and break up the family? I'm not a monster.

Also I got a set of four Star Wars antenna balls. It should be here by week's end.

So, there it is. My first public blog post. On the old journal, I always liked to end by quoting something, be it book, music, movie or TV. Sometimes relevant to the content, other times simply of interest to me at the moment. I think this time we'll go with:

Can't stop the signal, Mal.