In the beginning ...

By all rights, this should be the obligatory why-I'm-starting-a-blog post. But truth be told, my motives are neither unique, nor frankly all that interesting. I could ramble on a bit about writing for its own sake or creativity or accountability or, maybe, if I were feeling particularly high and mighty (read tipsy), art. But many people before me have so rambled and I'm quite confident that many after me will take up the charge. One blogger more or less is no matter. (That said, if I come up with a particularly creative fib or witty retort, I reserve the right to post it later.)

Instead, a couple notes of warning. First, despite my excessive use of "quite" and my substitution of the word "nice" for other positive adjectives that carry infinitely more meaning, I am not, in fact, British. It is a common mistake. After all, I colour with a "u" and write checques with "que"s. I even say advert for advertisement. I'm not sure quite how it happened. It's something I picked up somewhere in middle childhood and later forgot to exchange for more grown-up pretensions.

Second, this may or may not turn out to be "about" anything. More, I expect it will be my random thoughts/funny anecdotes of the day interspersed with short fiction, and perhaps amusing stories from the past, mostly about men, sometimes women, and every so often public transportation. Enjoy!