Beginnings

So, to those who might wander upon this little miscreation of text - here's what to expect. I'll be writing here about all the things I encounter in daily life that make me want to scream - including daily life. If you love Andy Rooney - well, for god's sake, get him to cut his eyebrows. That's just ridiculous, but if you like his brand of sarcastic irritation, you've come to the right place. Sarcasm is high on my list of favorable attributes.

And now a little about me (isn't that the point of the electronic me-generation anyway?) I've become an old man. A "get off my lawn you punks" kind of old man. Part of it probably has something to do with having lived 48 years of a life grossly unfulfilled. Whose fault is that? I'm sure after reading a few of my diatribes, you'll come to the clear conclusion that it is mine. Probably right. But at this advanced level of decrepitude, it's too late to change.

By trade, as if I remember what that is, I'm a Graphic Designer. A GRAPHIC designer - no, not a web designer. I wasn't trained to be a web designer. I wasn't trained to program content for the intertubes. I was trained to make type and pictures look good on the despoiled remains of the mighty Oak. Or the Scotch Pine... yes, I'm a Python fan. But I digress - constantly - get used to it. So, since I'm a practitioner of a career that seems to have been closed to all those over the age of 30, I'm unemployed. I know, I know. Find something else to do. Well, here's the thing. The older you get, the harder that kind of change is to come by. I've already done it several times in my life. I'll get into that, I'm sure, as these things go by. If you stick around long enough, you're sure to know more about me than anyone ever wanted. But, since I seem to have nothing but time of my hands, and an ever-growing list of things to complain about... here I am.

Anyway, that's enough of an introduction for now. As I say, I'm sure you'll be hearing more than you want about me later.

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