Once More with Feeling

I like the word peach. I've liked it since 1997 when it hit me--it's cheap backwards. Now I don't think much about words anymore.

I think about work. I think about computers. I think about music and movies and sometimes books. (I hate that. I used to think a lot about books. Not anymore.) I think about the internet. But really I don't think that much about anything anymore.

I think I'm running out of thoughts.

Which is why I'm starting this blog. How very 21st century. How pedestrian. I don't care. The risk of Blogger going down is much less than that of my hard drive.

So once more, with feeling, I'll write my thoughts. Bring out the popcorn.