I've got a restraining order on Satan's daughter, and I keep it at the bottom of this Jameson and water...

on MySpace no one can hear you scream - 

finally made the transition over, clicked on the necessary buttons and got this thing up and running.  After a few recent scares with Myspace devouring my account entirely (eventually to release it later), along with long laundry list of problems Myspace has to offer (really?  i can turn my profile into a commercial for cherry coke?!  where do I sign up??) I decided it was time to move the blog over to somewhere a little more focused on the writing and a little less consumed with surveys and friend-counts.

To follow Jill's restaurant metaphor for MS - if I was sitting at my table and the waiter came over to tell me I had to stand up and go outside to look at their new billboard before I could come back in I would call them insane and never come back, and yet every time MS booted me out to force me to look at the new Silver Surfer front page I shrugged and accepted it like a bovine consumer.

so, here I am.

it feels strange to ostensibly start over after several hundred posts, a pretty regular readership and be back to post #1 but at least now I can get back to the serious business of thinking what I have to say is pretty interesting.

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