Chips, salsa, and a beer: kicking back. Living large? Some say that living large involves bling, dubs, or having the last name “Large”. I disagree. I don’t need champagne or sparkling wine from Sonoma, California to tell me I’m a man. Yeah, I stole that last line from a deodorant commercial from the 80’s. But that’s what’s having a ummm, blog… is all about. All about me. And my idiosyncrasies. Joining the crowd, the mass of humanity. 18 posts per second according to technorati:
Just a drop in the ocean, except this drop is unique!… ok fairly indistinct. But this b-log is a drop in the bucket, or the toilet… Filling the basin, flushing it down. Probably enough for a first post. Why? Because it’s all about me. And my old site was a pain in the ass to update or do anything with. Ah, wordpress, so easy… ez if you will. And I will.