Screaming into the Void, for reasons.

Everyone needs a corner of the internet to lurk in.

(And sometimes to be very loud in, ok?)

“Roses Trémières” by Berthe Morisot
“In the Bois de Boulogne” by Berthe Morisot
“Young Woman in Mauve” by Berthe Morisot

Why?

Sometimes I just need to get things out without comment.

Sometimes I want to expand a topic more than Twitter allows (without being one of those threading people.)

Sometimes I just want to nerd out. Or rage out. Or just ponder the mysteries of the universe.

When?

As often as I remember, or as frequently as I need to. Sometimes the words will just flow and other times I’ll just be too empty to bring anything forth. This is the way of amateur blogging.

How?

Well, this blog for a start. And maybe a podcast with some friends and a drink or two.