If you think blogs are stupid, why blog?

Good question. I will answer it as such:  For the last decade or so, I have been immensely lucky.  I founded, ran, wrote performed and played with my best friends.  The group was called Six Characters and we were such a jolly bunch.  Alas and alack, nothing lasts forever.  Our happy little band of pranksters were scattered upon the winds and Six Characters dashed upon the rocks.

It was like going through a divorce.  My life had become so intertwined with Six Characters.  I was defined by that group and I found myself lost like a cliched little red riding hood in the woods.  Life had lost it's meaning.  I was in a tailspin.  Feeling wonderfully Norma Desmond, I plunged into a fishbowl full of  depression for awhile, asking:  why?  Oh god, why?  Why am I so alone?

Due to my agnostic front, God did not answer. (that bastard!)  And, because people tend to stick to their own fishbowls, no one else did either.

And I'm still waiting for my date with Epiphany.  (that bitch!)

In the meantime, I have many small ideas (and not-so-small ideas) I've been meaning to attack.  That's where this stupid blog comes into play.  Over the years, I have always found that I play better when others are watching.  Or I have someone to report to.  Or something to report to.  Hmmmmmm.

Voila!  And blog.