Why do I post so much? Because I’m fascinated by every damn thing. And I chase every dog with a fluffy tail. And I get so many ideas that I never have time to follow any of them to completion before the next one lures me with its Siren song. Sometimes I get down, fed up with it all, feeling like I’m trying to have a conversation with the wind. But then I remember the butterfly effect, and if my words change the wind currents just a tad, perhaps I can disturb the flight path of the butterfly and drive it into a tree or a spider web before it flaps its wings to start a storm in Hong Kong. In the end, I try to be a good curator of the weird, wild, and wonderful things I find, a purveyor of fine considerations, and a seething fissure of passion spewing out all over the deck. Not sorry, but I do make one promise: I shall make every effort to be fair, never to be needlessly cruel (though sometimes…) but mostly I promise to never ever be boring. Except for now.