This blog is not a diary, journal, logbook or chronicle. There are no musings about pretty girls, no flagellation over my hopes and dreams, no he-said she-said. There are no pictures of my cat, what I had for breakfast or what my cat had for breakfast.

And that’s not just because I don’t have a cat, pretty girls or hopes and dreams.

This blog is an outlet for me to write in a style that does not befit a technical document, email or any other self-effacing, stifled prose I am forced to churn out over the course of my work day. I don’t have the patience (or the blessing of a coherent story) to write a novel, so this will have to do.

Incidentally, I went to my local plastic coaster / frisbee vendor and purchased 4 DVDs for $2.98 each. And I intend to review each and every one.

The lineup is:

• Cold Sweat, starring Charles Bronson
• Someone Behind The Door, starring Charles Bronson
• The Thin Blue Line, by Errol Morris
• Cold Sweat, starring Charles Bronson

The discerning readers among you may have noticed that Cold Sweat is in there twice. There are good, valid, totally not stupid reasons for this. Some may accuse moi that I bought the thing twice by mistake. This is potentially untrue, and even so, they have different covers, it’s a mistake any one could have made. Regardless, one of them seems to be some kind of ‘remastering’ so obviously it is a (totally planned) exercise to see if remastering has any effect on the qualtiy of the end product.

You’re pretty excited right? I know I am. This could be painful. For both of us.

Get ready to pose as a team… cause shit is about to get real.