The adventures of... Lil' Bytey? Bobo? Hannibal? Beats me.

So here I am, blogging from my fancy new cell phone. What a world. Amazing to think that I can use such advanced technology to such trivial and yet deeply self-entertaining ends.

(Of course, then I get all annoyed with the load time on Opera or the stylus skitzing out, and at the fact that I can either have the view zoomed out, so that it looks like gnat-writing, or zoomed in so that I have to scroll constantly to see what the hell I'm writing.) Parenthetically speaking,"I demand instant gratification!" used to be an only half-kidding battle cry of mine. This is perhaps why I am so completely addicted to this stupid new phone, even though it occasionally sends me into fits of rage and causes me to scream, "Gaaaaah! I fucking hate you!!!" while shaking it. As if, even assuming it could hear me, that would somehow help things.

Really, I almost feel like I should name the feckin' thing. I named my car. I used to name far more things in my life, actually. A couple years ago I got a bit overzealous and named all the houseplants, but I forgot them all again with remarkable rapidity. (Well, maybe it's not all that remarkable.)

I don't know, though. A car has a lot more personality than a phone; most modern phones look to me like they'd be snotty wanna-be-Euro-hipsters if they were people, with names like 'Deiter' and 'Coco'. I think part of it is the age; the phone's brand-new, but my car rather emphatically is not.

So what to call this thing? Lil' Bytey? It's basically like a mini-computer, after all. Juno, since like the goddess, it seems to take random but swift vengeance? Bobo, since it's a constant form of entertainment? Clarice, because it would probably eat me alive if it had half the chance? Wait, that would be Hannibal.

I'm kidding. I'm sure my phone wouldn't really eat me alive. But it might give me a good shaking while screaming, "I hate you!!!" Hm, maybe I should name it something that pays homage to our addict/enabler relationship.

Suggestions? Votes?

Oh boy! New blog! Ice cream for everybody!*

So I realized last night, as I was whining on my writing blog about having writer's block, that said blog can all too easily turn into a vehicle for narcissistic procrastination. When I'm writing, and posting my writing on there, I still dig it; but as far as bitching about my lack of creative whatever, just so I can still feel like I'm writing something... well, that's just boring.

And we hate boring! Right kids?

Right.

And so a new blog is born. It occurred to me that the rest of the world is probably more interesting than my brain, so instead of just dwelling on my brain, I can now rant and rave about my various obsessions.** Fun!! At least I can play with a more random & varied array of topics.

Really, it's just to entertain myself. But I sincerely hope it'll entertain you too.

*No actual ice cream will be served. If you want ice cream, go get it your damn self, ya lazy slob. ...And send me some too. Please. Double chocolate. Fine, Chubby Hubby is also acceptable.

**The Grateful Dead, Winston Churchill, Pilot Precise V5 Rolling Ball pens, craft beer, Ireland, food, Carolina basketball and so forth. Not necessarily in that order.