Well.
The truth is I am torn.
And not in a pop-music, Natalie Imbruglia kind of way. No, my, uh, tearing (?) is not nearly as emotional. It has more to do with my unwillingness to post an official "welcome". I suppose I should take this time to introduce myself and explain exactly what it is I will be talking about. However, this is surprisingly difficult to do when you, yourself, have no idea what it is that you are doing. That isn't to say that this space has no aim; no direction. Just that that direction will be somewhat free flowing and observational.
For example, as I sit here, I am watching the second season of the X-Files. A show that, to me, was always somewhat of a mystery in my youth. I very distinctly remember my parents, my sister, and I watching these same episodes. Sitting on our, now, long forgotten gray couch, eating popcorn. But I cannot for the life of me remember any of these episodes, the experience is completely new to me. And I sure as hell don't remember Jack Black, Lucy Lu and that Dr. from Law and Order: SVU being on the show. Then again, I was eight.
What I am trying to get at here is that I am just going to talk about what happens to be on my mind. And bring light to otherwise overlooked situations that I find to be of some importance.
Please, take the time and stop back later. God knows, it can only go up from here.
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