Hullo

Well, here I am.

I haven't been writing lately, online or in my little journal. I keep noting things mentally that I want to write down and ponder; the absurdity of paper money, the differences between the vocalizations of Gordon MacRae and Hugh Jackman in the role of Curly, the woes of caffeine deprivation, and other such topics.

However, now that I'm writing I don't much feel like talking about any of those things.

I notice that people tend to write text messages the way that they talk. I think it's the same with blogs. I usually speak in a rather roundabout way, I like words, and I use more than I need to convey my points. In other words, I am not a very concise speaker. I do the same thing when I write blogs. I just sort of let my thoughts ramble about and often trample back over the same point again and again, sort of like a wild romp about the moor where you keep passing the same little clump of heather next to the same weather beaten rock, but you have a lovely time all the same. I have never been to the moor, but I have read a great deal about it, and feel as though it would be rather nice.