The good thing is, he's still alive, so we could ask him what the hell his painting represents.

Blogs need to have a point. A reason for existing, if you will. Some people blog about food, some about politics, some about their children, and some about their way-more-fascinating-than-mine (kittens, for fuck's sake!) lives.

Me? Well, I stream of consciousness all over the internet, abusing the 140 character Twitter limit with my need to introspect prodigiously at the population at large, maintaining a Livejournal that only really came about because all the cool kids were doing it, and it seems to be a requirement for fandom, and starting 300 dozen writing projects in Google Docs that almost, but not quite, go somewhere.

Actually, even if I could pick a subject for this blog, I'd almost certainly stray from the topics at hand, to tell you things like how I think trepanation might be preferable to this massive headache on one side of my head, or how I've forgotten the password to the Gmail I just signed up to Etsy with, because I'm smart like that.

So, instead, I'm just going to pick a new and interesting (and pseudorandom!) subject whenever I post. You might learn an interesting fact or two, like how, by doing this, I'm contributing to the heat death of the universe, and how I think that's just swell.