Welcome, my friend! I do, of course, not impart that epithet to you with any tangible sincerity; to do so on something so exposed as a blog would be an intimate invitation of camaraderie to all of you homicidal maniacs, serial rapists, schizophrenic arsonists, and just plain mundane people out there. This isn't to say that you don't have potential! The aforementioned (notably the schizophrenic arsonists, but let's not digress) have every bit as much as the rest of you. Ah, the anonymous nature of the internet, that you could be reading this from an Azerbaijani slum just as easily as from a high-rise apartment in Midtown. Perhaps you're developing a cure for cancer in your basement's freezer, or maybe you have the neighbors cat stuffed in there; I know not, and care as much.
The point is, of course, that the entire reason you're reading this is to integrate somebody's opinion into your life, and that is admirable these days. Go on, pat yourself on the back. Now don't you feel better? The aspiring schizophrenic arsonist hopes so.
I'm sure you're wondering why I called this blog "fish entrails". In fact, I'd be duly alarmed if you didn't. The answer, incidentally, waits for another day.
There's something to be said for suspense.
