To Blog or not to Blog

Well, here we are, committing what I'd always considered to be the height of self-absorbed arrogance - Blogging. Committing to cyberspace my thoughts, in the curious idea that somebody, anybody, may want to read them.

So, in the spirit of a litigious world, these are the terms and conditions of my blog.

This blog is intended for my personal use. Any content is intended not for the reader, but for myself. It's primary use is as a receptacle for the outpourings of my subconscious, as a personal journal which I won't put down and lose.

Ok, so I don't lose things, I just remember them being elsewhere.

None of the thoughts, statements or opinions are posted to elicit any reaction in the reader, as I fully expect the reader to be me. They are not designed to be provocative, confrontational or indeed, accurate. I fully reserve the right to post comments that are ill-judged, founded on poor logic and just plain silly. It's my blog, if you want to disagree, get your own. I promise not to read it.

I do not commit to posting with any regularity, for my posts to have any particular theme or even to make sense. This is not a journal of any aspect of my life, it just 'is'.

Some of the things I post on here will be true.

Some of the things I post on here will be fiction.

Some of the things I post on here, I will be able to distinguish between the two.

Others I may not.

I leave it to you to decide which is which. If you can tell, please don't hesitate to tell me. All assistance in dealing with reality is gladly received.

Generally ignored, but gratefully received.

This blog will therefore be free of all warranties, guarantees, promises and commitments. I don't do well with commitment. I've spent my life trying to avoid being committed. Then again, they tell me the food is good in there and they now have cable...

All I do promise to try to keep my posts readable, grammatically correct (unless for effect) and wherever possible, free of spelling errors. This last is promised because I've just noticed the spellcheck button. Now I live in fear of American spelling.

If you wish to comment on anything posted (Blogged? See? Already I'm struggling), please feel free. I may even read your comments, or even comment on your comment.

Then again, that will rely on my remembering my password. For me, passwords are a bit like car keys. I put them down in a logical, safe place.

Then someone moves them.

I blame the sock-pixies.

Over time, I'm sure I will become more familiar with Blogging, and this journal will evolve.

Or maybe not. Either way, you have no grounds for complaint.

I have only one request.

If something I post on here makes you smile or laugh, then I'm glad and please feel free to tell me. If something I post on here makes you sad, then please feel free to share that too. If something I post on here makes you angry with me, then please feel free to stick it.

If I want to be reminded of my failings, I talk to my children. They're professionals.

I thang yow.