The interwebthingy allows us to put all sorts of fascinating information about ourselves online; best of all, it needn’t be even remotely true. Thus, I could tell you here that I am a Mongolian Yak herder; a circus acrobat in Harare; a Foreign Legionnaire deployed in Guiana; or even a wealthy former tech executive travelling around the world in my sailboat. I could enjoy jumping out of planes, or deep-sea diving, or killing SMERSH operatives for MI5. Someday I should write a blog like that, because it would be fascinating.
Unfortunatey, reality is dull. I’m a product manager at an Internet publishing company. I love photography. Impressed? Buy me stuff from my Amazon Wishlists!. I’m not even the New Zealand High Commssioner of Trade (if you came here from Google). I’m just some guy. I blog because I need to practice writing things that aren’t dry business memos and the suchlike. I live in Los Angeles. I like a lot of different kinds of food. I’m a fan of Crest Whitestrips. I like it to be cold at night so that I can huddle under the covers. I love watching Cops. I’ve recently gotten into pickling and dehydrating stuff. My French is pretty good and I can get along with Spanish. I can’t do accents at all.
What’s the name of this blog about? Well, here’s my buddy Junior Bird:
And what could be a better inspiration for writing than a loving, bratty pet who talks?
So, that’s me, this is my blog, hope you enjoy it. And if not, hey, that’s what the comment-y things are for. Now it’s time for a snack.