Well Here I Am

Where to start.  How to begin.  What the heck am I doing here and how do I ever think that starting a Blog is going to make use of all the time I've found.  For the past ten years or so people have been starting, ending, sharing, following, reading and promoting the blogosphere and although I consider myself a socialite geek (by whatever definition you think fits the term) I have never hopped aboard the blog train and taken it for a ride.  I've spent my time playing video games, writing short stories, playing with graphic arts, and generally spending a lot of time in my pajamas.  I don't think there are that many hobbies I haven't considered or tried, but blogging is definitely one of them. 

I have no idea why I'm writing one now.  Maybe I'll find out later.

I suppose I should start with the basics.

This is where I'm sitting.

I have my window, my lamp, my speakers, some paper, a wrist watch, and several cans of spray paint next to a cup of cold coffee which I drank and enjoyed yesterday morning.

 

This is a most recent picture of me.

My name is Brendan, and I'm a geek.

You're going to hear me say that a lot, I think.  "I'm a geek" has become something of an identity claim of mine.  It means that I can troubleshoot a computer, identify most Star Wars characters by their first and last name, do pretty well with most video games, and I can change the oil in your car while talking about music, movies, books, and football.  I like a lot of things and do my best to stay positive in times of mayhem.

I grew up, and now live, in Los Angeles.  For those of you who are from Los Angeles, you're probably thinking to ask, "Which part?"  For those of you who aren't from Los Angeles, well, I'll let "Los Angeles" be your answer and move on.  It's a hot town with lots of bushes and palm trees, people made of plastic and expensive cars, tailored lawns and sprinklers that run even when it's raining.  This is a credit card town with pollution, parking meters that accept debit, plastic surgery practices across the street from P.F. Chang's.  But it's also an amalgamation of live music, small art, micro-brew, tattoo artistry, pedestrian attitude, and the pewter screen.  There are jugglers, dancers, fire breathers and ballet dancers walking up and down the street between Charlie Chaplin impersonators and night-life addicts.  There are a thousand languages, a million faces, and four million cars with different things inside every one.  It's a real bee hive, and I'm sitting right on top of it.

I didn't always live here.  I spent a lot of time in Berkeley, too, and there are many stories of that town to tell; but I'll save them for another day.

So, seeing as how I've never written a blog before, I'm going to leave this introduction as it is.  Until next time, I'll be wondering over what I've started.

And so it begins, I think.