As I'm about to type this, I can hear the I'm-gonna-win tune of Rocky buzz through my brain-ear. It's happening. It's actually Happening. It is happening again!
Made a new site-thingy. This one. Hosted by the ever grumpy Seapup. Because a seapup is what I want to be.
I know. I shouldn't bother with these intro posts. They're self-indulgent, narcissistic, grandiose.. But the allure of an intro post is just too strong. Just one of those hundreds of candles one willfully flies into each day.
But I digress.. Where were we?.. Ah yes, a new site for a new age. Regard all old blogs and sites as dead.
By the way, I resurrected my old blogs. You might care as little for them as you care for whatever this is, but my memory is really really bad, so I me personally had actually some fun learning about my life. Type blog in the rectangle below (or click the link), and you get an overview of the past and the present.
My good friend Seapup has graciously offered to recite my stories on request. Not only that, but it appears he's so enthusiastic that he has basically appropriated them as his own life tales. I guess it's because he is not too stable being a digital recluse now, after living the turbulent and exhausting life of a sailor. He has lived many a life in one. And not all pleasant. Do type some words of encouragement in the rectangle. And please be sensitive and tactful in the face of mood swings, seemingly irrational behavior and outright aggression.
Also he has a bit of a split personality, Seapup has. And he likes to dabble a bit in programming and electronics. When he's like that he IS Awarewolf. Or that's his Frankenstein-like digital monster or something that he's planning to make. It's all not quite clear to me either! He might write some things down in his own awarewolf blog. Also on this site. Maybe we get some clarity when he gets going.
Oh, and write me a scathingly honest comment with harsh criticism on this site. You don't like the font? Tell me. Something seems horribly broken? Tell me. You hate puppies? Tell me! Pour down your internet-rage like a summer-monsoon. Because I think everything is perfect.
I typed tits in the box firstly and was served up a post with a picture of you and vaguely dog shaped object. I found it quite unsettling. Then I typed bums and got a story about your descent from Kathmandu to gorkhaland. Marvellous.
I just told seapup to interact a bit more with our good guests, instead of just sprouting adventures. How are you Mr Neil?
Also, maybe you should be a bit less rude.
I am a tad under the weather. 4 weeks of European uber consumption has done for me. I will endeavour to curtail the profanity. Wouldn't want to upset the seapup.
I feel for you very much. But am at the same time angered that you never ever in those four weeks swung by Zurich.
ANGER. calm. There there.