It Is Begun

Dammit, I should have saved that headline for the first podcast, which is coming…soon. Let me take a moment to thank Apple for building a computer that doesn’t provide power to a microphone, meaning that I had to order special pieces to make my microphone work. Hey, Steve Jobs, why don’t you come trample my flowers too, huh? Geez. Good Lord, the company sells its products on the assumption that they’re easy to use - this contraption hasn’t been easy for me to use. Still, a podcast is coming. What it will be about, I have yet to decide.

The tattoo came courtesy of Eric at Wild Zero Studios. (Incidentally, the slogan? “Stay Original. Be Weird. Wild Zero.” Good stuff there.) It is now more than 24 hours since I got it, immediately after pounding two 20 oz. Cokes in his shop’s lobby. “Wait, is that another one?” He asked me as I tore into the second bottle.

Almost everybody thinks I won’t stick with this plan, as I haven’t stuck with the same plan the last 1000 times I’ve made it. Needless to say, all the evidence and all the history isn’t in my favor. But still, a man can have hope, can’t he?

Generally, I can go about 40 hours before I start to get incredibly moody and exhausted. Tomorrow afternoon, I’m going to pass out asleep for about five hours. It’s coming. I can feel it. Also, it has happened at least 10 times before when I’ve quit soda.

We’ll see if I can stick with this. Haku, have at me with your criticisms. This post sucked.