Let the hilarity begin.

Yesterday I got an email from cool-guy Garrett (who hooked me up w/ a G-Mail account). He had this to say about something of mine he had read:

HILARIOUS!  You need to start a blog

Garrett is right. I am hilarious. Fucking hilarious, even. Unfortunately, I have no outlet for my hilarity, and thus it sits unspent, in an empty Poland Spring jug at the back of my closet. If at first glance the jar appears to be filled not with my abundant sense of humor, but instead with about $25 in change, that's because I'm a goddamn lier and I'm actually not hilarious. Oh, and the jug only holds about $13. I lied about that too.

The truth is, I do consider myself funny, but not that funny. At the very least, I think I'm a creative guy with a job that allows absolutely no creative outlet. I've tried to start up fancy websites before with complicated backends that I really didn't understand and always abandoned I was unable to realize what I envisioned. With one post-script, Garrett has inspired me to try again, with a much simpler format. I'm going to let Blogger handle the backend so I have a chance to just express myself. I know that sounds egotistical, but it's what I need right now. Unlike previous incarnations of Silence Now, this time I'm not setting any definitions or rules of what this is supposed to be. It's a personal notebook that happens to be public, and that's it.