Party hats on, people. Flaming Pablum turns a whole year old on Saturday. I fully expect there to be slam-dancing in the streets, pint-spilling in the bars, vindictive glaring in the baby supply outlets, vociferous arguments in the movie theatres and bloody-knuckled fisticuffs in the record shops. Please do not let me down.
I'd like to thank those of you out there who have kept up with proceedings here at FP, especially those who were around when I was pompously calling it The House of Vassifer and/or the entirely lame Alexspace. I started the weblog after my then-colleague and drinking comrade, Hot Johnny started his own (also celebrating a birthday this week). I thought to myself, "if that pantsless, barking monkey can have a weblog, then why the hell can't I?" So, while it's true I only started Flaming Pablum to piss him off, it swiftly seemed to me like a swell means of showcasing my own dubious writing skills and maybe even aid me in my quest to find a new job (those with a keen eye for detail might have noticed a swift decline in content quality once said new job was finally attained). In any case, thank you for reading, all the same.
Being that we're only at a year, however, we still have to claw through weening, crawling, teething and potty-training. So stay tuned for that.
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