Moments not wasted.

So after all the hemming and hawing, the time has finally come for me to write something on this here blog. Apparently, I started this blog in the year 2008. It is now well past the middle mark of 2010, and it turns out I haven't written a single word.

First off, I have to say it: I hate the word. Blog. Am I alone on this? It's a downright dumb word. Say it out loud. It's awful. Repeat it. Even worse. It gets stuck in my mouth. It sounds fat and ugly and it reminds me of pustules. Still, it looks like this "blog" word is going to stick in the lexicon of my life, so here we are. Blogging away.

Since 2008, I have been trying to come up with a theme for this blog. Bummer for you, invisible readers, I never did. It turns out I don't have too many themes in my life that I'm interested in enough to devote a blog to. So it's just going to go kind of like this: things will happen to me, and I will happen to things, and I will write about it. Fair enough. That puts just enough pressure on me to actually post again. Because if the blog was about food, and I didn't eat anything interesting for a while, I would run the risk of not posting anything again. And if it was a lofty little blog about life and love and journeys (you know, those blogs), then on the days when I feel lazy and languid, again: nothing.

So here we are, then. We'll see how it goes.

By the way, while I was sitting here trying to come up with a title for this first momentous post that didn't sound too holier than thou, my Boy Cat (aka Mr. Meowsers) typed this: "---0y777777777777777777777". So I guess that title is as good as mine. Also of note, my blast-from-the-past BFF Ashley's suggestion was "Sam's Secret Blog," which I also really liked. That was in case she couldn't find it if I decided to write it and hide it, which, at this rate, is entirely possible.

How do people end these things anyway? If I go with any of the usual suspects, I run the risk of sounding like A - a wannabe hip-hop star or B - a misguided guru. I think I'll just use a little ditty I picked up from my dad. It means bye bye for now, and in all the years of hearing him say it, it always made me giggle and roll my eyes simultaneously. So me.

BBFN.