I’m gonna be honest with you, tumblr… I forgot your name. There, I said it, and now it’s out there and I am truly sorry. Hope you won’t take it personally at all.

We can move past this. Nobody has to know, right?

So basically I just spent ten minutes asking google how to find my own damn blog. In which time I could have set up a new one and this will have become yet another forgotten archive of my digital existance. Look upon my works, ye mighty, &tc.

All prompted, of course, by the frankly absurd possibility of blogging with one finger on a fairly fickle virtual keyboard on my new iPod touché. It doesn’t SMS so I figure this is the next best thing.

And thus I bid adieu to another year and hopefully the novelty of this thing will bring me back. Also seeing the icon every time I play canabalt. I can report on the progress of the slightly ambitious multimedia theatre experience I still don’t quite believe that I am in front of footlights for next March, by which time it will have been some 14-odd months between drinks. Jeepers, I barely remember the feeling. Help?