I thought of the blog and came to it today. I decided to read it a bit and see what I’ve been writing here. After the first few posts I realized that I remind myself of Truman in The Truman Show, without the audience. I’m just living life in my little bubble writing my weird nonsense. The scene where Truman draws a space suit on the mirror and becomes a space man is exactly something I would do except instead of drawing in soap I’ve been entertaining myself by writing these bits and pieces for what now, sixteen years? If I could make sounds on here, I would whistle like a little alien in my spaceship communicating with no one except myself. Cue: Long whistle…