Writing in the 3rd person about myself, everywhere else but here... let's unweird this out. Even
After being bamboozled and short of funds given upfront to someone who held this website in captive lameness for 10 months, I hereby start dragging the little blue pale dot of a tinsy site our of its muddy misery.
Amateur [French, from Latin amātor, lover, from amāre, to love.], wishful, wannabe blogger in training wheels.
The only thing I can think about complaining right now (isn't it why people write blogs?) is the new-found expression "range anxiety" of 80 miles with a full charge on my new, previously owned, Smart Fortwo Electric Drive. I love everything about it, but I'm thinking about the train I'll be taking with a guitar and a suitcase. It's called privilege.