On Why I Am Doing This. Again.

Oh for God's sake, not another blog... newsletter... whatever this is. Please.

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So, I screwed around long enough after setting up this thing… blog… newsletter… Substack, whatever you call it, last year and now, here I am.

I guess I’ve decided that enough time has passed and enough terrible and wonderful things have happened, and been done, to the world about which I have opinions (boy do I have opinions, let me tell YOU), that the time has come to share them with you, dear reader, and let you decide what to do with them. God knows, I have no idea.

I know what you’re thinking, “Isn’t this like the fourth or fifth time this guy has tried to become a “writer” that people read and care about? What’s going to be different this time? Why does he bother? What is he thinking? Where is the server with those menus, Goddamnit?”

My honest answers to all of that (well, not the last one) are: Yes. I don’t know yet. Why not? I’m not thinking, obviously.

Look, maybe people will subscribe and read me and care what I have to say and maybe nobody will. But I am a) tired of resisting the constant urge to try again and b) finally, thankfully, past the point of caring one way or the other. I mean, I really do hope someone, anyone, everyone will subscribe and read and enjoy and share and even comment (can you imagine that?), but even if none of that happens, at least I will know that I have this quiet little corner of the internet in which to shout (or whisper) into the void and get whatever it is I need to get off my chest off my chest.

In the meantime, if you follow me on Twitter or Instagram and are curious to know what it is I would do in long-form, please hit that Subscribe button. It’s free! You’ll get an email whenever I post something, which you can then promptly delete, unread.

But I hope you won’t. I hope you’ll read it and find it interesting, or thought provoking, or god forbid, funny. And then tell a friend.

This concludes my introduction. Thank you for your attention. Have a nice day.

P.S. Why “The Blotter,” you ask? Because I am a notorious doodler and love nothing better than always having one of those large paper blotters on my desk upon which I can sketch or jot down whatever weirdness enters my mind while I’m listening to (ignoring) conference calls or Zoom meetings.