The inaugural address

My fellow Earthlings:

Like the rest of you, I'm here to make a buck. It's true. I've been blogging over on MySpace for years now, and Hannah just promised me that if I was blogging over HERE instead of over THERE, I would get offered a book deal. So now I'm just killing time until someone offers to pay me for what I am clearly happy to do for free.

That said, I will be continuing to do here what I've been doing on the Space: miscellaneous observations and attempts at esplainin' myself to myself and to anyone who will listen. For example, I picked this template because it looked okay... and because it is named SON OF MOTO!

We'll conclude the inaugural address with an observation from yesterday:

For those of you just tuning in, I live in Manhattan. Right now, I'm at my parents' house where I grew up in Mountlake Terrace, WA. Yesterday I was in the back yard, and there were some dandelions gone to seed in the corner of the yard.

You know what is one of the many awesome things about being a grownup? You stop stressing about whether you get all the seeds off the dandelion puff in one breath. You stop worrying about whether your stupid wish is going to come true, and you can just concentrate on how cool the seeds looks as they go flying off into the sky, the neighbors' yard, etc. I must have did like six of them, and they were the best I'd ever done.