Well, this feels somewhat akin to walking into a new house: a big open space, empty rooms and bare walls. You look around and try to figure out what you're going to put in the house and what you're going to hang on the walls. And like a new house, there are no shades or blinds covering the windows so, you wind up feeling a little exposed.

Admittedly, there is a certain amount of exhibitionism implied by the act of writing down your thoughts and posting them onto the web for the world to see. I don't know what I'll put up here or how bold I'll be. I hope to exercise muscles that aren't used as much as I would like to keep them from atrophying. If anything, I'll wind up showing the world just how horribly I spell and how badly I can mangle the English language.

I spend so much god awful time sitting in front of a computer, you'd think it should wind up being a little productive. Time will tell and I guess we'll just have to see.