...Mise en scène.

Well, it looks like this blogging thing isn't quite the transient fad I once believed. Once again, I am proven wrong about a pop culture movement (damn you, Rap music!). So I am dipping my toes into the frozen waters of cyberspace and hoping I don't get a nasty case of frostbyte (see what I did there? HA!).

Why now? Why not a decade ago when somebody might have cared? I'm not sure, really. Perhaps I feel the need to vent, now that I am quickly approaching 'bitter old man' territory. Maybe I feel I have something to contribute to the teeming masses (not bloody likely, but it's a nice thought). Or it could be that I just want to write again. For somebody. For anybody. For me.

Anyway, before I embark on this ill-advised journey, allow me to explain something;

I completely subscribe to the Worlds Collide Theory. This theory was first postulated by George Costanza in the SEINFELD episode "The Pool Guy." Basically, a person's 'worlds' must never collide, or there will be chaos. Most of us tend to behave a bit differently when we are around different peer groups. We may act one way around our families and another when we hang out with our buddies. Maybe you censor yourself a bit more around your co-workers or cut loose with your old college friends.

Different WORLDS. "Family Tom" is slightly different than "Husband Tom" is slightly different than "Co-Worker Tom" is really different than "Hears Voices That Tell Him To Hurt Kittens Tom." You get the picture. (this will also help me get out of trouble later, when I blame my offensive comments on "Jerky Insensitive Tom.")


Like matter and anti-matter, these 'worlds' should never collide. Yet here I am, playing cosmic marbles and naively believing that no ill shall come of it. So sue me. (no don't, really)

The postings will be sporadic and may cover a wide range of topics. Some will be serious. Some will be snarky. Some will be incomprehensible(especially if it's an Ambien-induced hallucinatory post). My hope is they will be entertaining on some level.

You'll let me know if I succeed, right?