Woohoo! thanks for the invite

I think when Mojo sent me an invitation to join his blog, he didn't realise I'd actually be able to post to it. But here I am, invading already. Not content to sit in my own corner of cyberspace, I must leave my corrupt influence on every cyber-surface. And in pink, no less. Just because I can.

Don't worry, Mojo, I won't take over. From now on I'll limit myself to comments. And I might sneak a few google adsense ads onto your page... mwahahahahaha....

Nah not really.

But really happy to see you blogging again. That one lone post on your last blog was beginning to make me sad.

Genesis

So, I had another blog that I didn't know what to do with exactly, so I'm trying a new site here to see if this works better. Scintillating origin, I know.

For the three of you who may be reading my blog, first, thank you. You won't regret it! I mean, you won't regret it if you're unemployed and have no hobbies and generally dislike people and most animals. The rest of you may be a bit disappointed.

My friend Che put me onto this blogging and I suspect she now regrets it dearly. Kindly, she has posted on my other blog for which I failed to create a name. I could continue to use the old blog, but why change the old when you can just get new, I say. I'm a real patriotic American. I fulfill my duty where most of us do: At the shopping malls and internet stores of this great capitalistic venture known as the US of A. Out with the old, in with the new.

Ok, if I mention the USA or patriotism once more, it's just possible that Che will kill me in my sleep. Unlike Che, I have few interwebernet skills, so I just use blogger.com to get the job done. Speaking of Che and blogs, please go visit her blog because she is my complete internet opposite: She thinks about her posts, creates a nice blog design, and is generally an all-around good person.

How's that Che? Did that buy me anything? Maybe a mention in your new book?! Perhaps you could name a misanthropic werewolf after me? Although, I suppose all werewolves are misanthropes. Perhaps, mislycanthropes? Well, maybe not. That sounds like a werewolf drag queen: "Now, let's hear it for Miss Lycan Thrope, star of stage and screen, now appearing in live technicolor at an abattoir near you!".

Takes the scary out a bit, doesn't it? Alright, that's enough for my first post on my newly-named blog.