Let's Get It On

I am officially making the leap from a man wanted by the federal government to just another crackpot mouthing off on the Internet.  How the mighty have fallen.

I had no intention of blogging -- let's face it, even the word is stupid -- and thought instead that all of my literary meanderings would fit nicely into a novel.  One of those 'based on a true story' kinds of things that piques people's curiosity and makes them realize, through narrative rather than analysis, the unseen mechanisms by which power operates around us (like a Dan Brown book, except actually good).  Featuring a dashing and brilliant FBI agent and his beautiful, ass-kicking, walking textbook of a partner as the heroes, of course.

According to just about every literary agent in America, though, the appetite for aliens just isn't there any more.  (Plus nobody found the relationship between the two leads to be "plausible."  Plausible, my domesticated ass.)  Anyway, as crushing rejection after crushing rejection poured in, the lovely Dr. S -- lifemate and the wrangler of my sanity -- suggested that I vent my creative energies with a blog.

I continued to resist, until 2010 brought with it enough snow that we were essentially stranded and housebound here in the middle of nowhere.  Here I'm finally freer than I've been in years, and yet I was as isolated as ever.  So: blogging is now being attempted as a psychological solution.  Hey, it's cheaper than Valium, and the blogosphere is at least as weird as anything I've ever investigated before.