an opening

… when the night … has come … and the land is dark …

I’m not good at this kind of thing. But I also don’t know what I’m really any good at, so it doesn’t really matter.

I’ve been thinking about putting some of my thoughts into rants on a web site as a way to get them out of my head and into the atmosphere. I keep coming up with these crazy thought processes that befuddle me, and if I ever try and explain them to anyone else, they look at me like a complete pelican — which I suppose is fitting at times.

I just got home from the pub.

I could write that in a message most nights of the week, but this week was a strangely different night than most. It’s Friday, which means that it was The Lads at O’Briens. It was an odd night, a very different group of people in the place, even the Saucy Monkys were in the house. They were kind of hidden amongst the tall, blonde, female timber that seemed to be everywhere — and when you’re a short, wide guy in a room full of tall, thin girls, you’re gonna find it hard to make it through the night unscathed.

Ever wonder how to make someone notice you? Is it even possible? Ever take the time to really think about that?

Sometimes, it’s fine to be invisible — and when you dance like me, it’s a blessing! Other times, you need to know that you’re there for a reason. Do you think you have any say in how that works?

Just the beginning — who knows where this will go……