the fractured psyche of tex texerson

About time

Odds are if you are here, you already know me. If not, I hope you can glean at least some superficial information about me from my writings. For now, I shall answer questions that are no doubt forming in the minds of my long-time readers. All two of you.

Where’s the old content?

Packed away in the database equivalent of a tattered cardboard box stuffed under the stairs. It’s safe but far from view.

Why would you do such a thing?

It was too scatterbrained. While you may chuckle at whatever joke you can make about my being the very prototype of a scattered brain, I’ll counter that I do have some sort of editorial vision for this site. It has little to do with Wordpress plugins. Surely you can appreciate this.

Those were really the only questions I had

Then let me regale you with the tale of how this latest iteration of my blog came to be, after many months of not coming to be. Truth be told, it’s a sad little snippet of text. More of an uninteresting anecdote than a standalone story. The reality is I spent a number of months wondering how I was going to cram all sorts of neat features—video, podcasts, works of fiction, etc—on my very small canvas. Many nights were spent staring at a blank template, and not once did a wonderful design coalesce right there in front of me. And so it was when one night I asked myself—rhetorically—what the hell I was doing. All I wanted to do was have an outlet for the backlog of words that had me bulging at the seams, and here I was trying to determine the optimal amount of real estate to devote to a video window I would never have time to update. I just want to goddamned write. And now here I am, writing away. Hooray.