Fall, season of maturity and harvest.

Appropriate, that. As one part of my work life finishes its cycle, it's time once again to evaluate what I've accomplished, collect what I have created, and move on. No, I'm not really that tranquil, but what else is there to do?

I can't very well fling myself around the ankles of a thing that's past, sobbing and begging it to stay. It won't. Besides, something new awaits. Something new always awaits.

So, in the spirit of maturity, I bid that time farewell. I look forward to new times with new things to discover.

Oh, and lest you think I've gone completely grown-up-Zen-philosopher over here, I will tell you I spent the weekend eating junk food and playing video games.

I also made myself some new wallpaper, (with the inadvertent help of Patricia C. Wrede.) It seems right for me, right now.

New Day. New Blog.

So, what am I doing here? Yes, I've started a new blog. After all the time my old one lay fallow, I decided it was time to start again.

While I did consider reworking and relaunching A Mythspent Youth, I eventually gave that up. Mythspent was too intertwined with my whole time in Wizard 101. It was fun, but that time has passed. I needed something fresh.

So, here we are.

What will I post here? Whatever I feel like posting. Tutorials, opinions, nonsense... we'll see.

So, if you're back from the old blog, or just dropping by for the first time, welcome. Let's see how it goes.

Oh, and be warned. New start or not, I am totally going to be reusing the stock images, icons, etc. I sourced and used in blogs and columns past. Starting fresh doesn't mean duplicating old effort. I'm not a masochist.

Test Post

Pork chop shankle salami tongue doner tenderloin pork loin. Alcatra short loin pig ribeye landjaeger, shoulder tongue sausage bresaola tail prosciutto strip steak chuck boudin. Jerky boudin meatloaf tri-tip chuck fatback, venison beef tongue doner. Pancetta kevin meatloaf picanha tongue pork belly. Frankfurter andouille turkey biltong salami filet mignon shankle chuck.


The End.