Sunday, August 30, 2009

In Which the Blogger Introduces Herself to the Invisible (and possibly imaginary) Audience

Idling Reader,

Nobody may ever read this (except a few lovely, beloved friends) but just in case, hello. There is no proper purpose or function for this display of indecent exposure, apart from the fact that I feel like writing. I'll mostly be writing about books and movies and similar things that cause me to say "I wish I had a sea of anonymous people to talk to about this." I may never gain such an audience or any audience at all, but why not try? Writing is fun. Writing exactly what I want about things I love is even more fun. Now the trick is finding a job that would allow me to have untold amounts of said fun. Until hell freezes over and that dream becomes a reality, I have this.

Words to Grow By:
"'So young a child,' said the gentleman sitting opposite to her, (he was dressed in white paper), 'ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name.'"
--Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

I have no idea which way I'm going. I don't think anybody does. Even if they do or think they do, they never know where they're going to end up.


  1. The Lost Girls porn book sounds intriguing! I am also jealous that you have been to MoSex.

    Wonderful review and unconventional portrait of Wendy Darling, as well!

  2. And I'll gladly lend Lost Girls to you if you'd like. It's a trip. As is MoSex.