Debut

As this is my first blog, I suppose I should start it off with something clever. You know, a real zinger. A regular Dickens of an opening sentence. As an aspiring author, I claim to know the value of a good opener. As for actually writing them, well...easier talked around than done.
Now. As for the blog. As I write this, you may notice my affinity for the word "as." Well, as I've often not said, a word's not overworked till it's overworked. As I wrote that, I started to irritate myself...
Well, since this is my first blog, I suppose I should tell you a bit about whose ramblings you're wading through. I should tell you that I like movies, costume novels, fanfiction, my dog Bilbo, all other animals (except, occasionally, my cat Pudge), books, my PowerBook (her name is Daisy), theatre, clouds, and platypi. I should warn you that I hate tomatoes, forwards, Hemingway, trashy Myspace pictures, country music, boring clothes, spiders and reality shows. I could even tell you that I can currently see a life-size cardboard cutout of R2-D2, a Life of Brian poster, an American Girl doll, a Phantom of the Opera mask, a platypus puppet, and a TV playing Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Of course, I would never really do that; to give you that much information right off the bat would be absurd.
Well, rather than writing more and more in order to stave off the boredom of waiting for my grandmother to wake up, I will cut this blog off to delay the possibility of embarrassing myself by rambling on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

And on,
Yours &c,
E. A. Weatherfield.