I started this blog because I was bored. But wait, there’s more! Specifically, I was bored on a Sunday, which as everyone knows is the worst day to be bored: it’s a specific type of boredom bred from the existential-crisis-cum-high-anxiety-cum-deep-pit-of-despair that a dawning work week brings. I’d always wanted to be a blogger, but as I saw my life edging further and further away from that goal, I began to worry that I was wasting it. My life, I mean.

Hence: this blog. Now, as I write this, I don’t really have any specific plans for it. Hell, I don’t even have much in the way of a design, unless you count spamming the same artsy photo of my dog everywhere. (Side note: this is the ONLY artsy photo of my dog I have. And I didn’t even take it.) (Also, the leaves aren’t real.) But in the same vein of not-knowing-where-my-life-is-going, I decided that it made sense to not know where this was going, too.

Moral of the story, watch this space. The general plan is to write about whatever I feel like, in an amorphous reviewing style, but maybe I will develop a more coherent vision in due time. Until then, it’s all a big fat mess, like yours truly. But that’s fine.