Ok, I will

Before algorithms picked your news and entertainment for you, before every decision became political, and before … blah blah blah

Look: this is a blog that is too old and out of time to be a blog, just as I am too old and out of blah blah to be blah.

Once more with feeling: My first real job was a desk job in a cubicle hive, and I never wanted it and all I ever did was work and think up excuses to not quit.

Sometimes all I could do was sit there and stare at the computer screen and look at pro wrestling fan sites or websites of bands that I liked, hoping to not die of boredom.

But occasionally I would find a good blog or a site dedicated to good writing and I’d be INSIDE OF IT for a few hours.

I was so happy the writers took the time to make something good for me to waste an afternoon with. This was back when you could still discover things on the Internet that surprised you, long before Google’s horse-blah.

Let’s say this: this blog is not for you if you’re all about “killin’ the game.”

This is about killing time.