2010.

Tarantinoesque historical revisionism enshrouds the start of a new decade; the press is calling this hell of a decade "the decade from hell."

Many have commented that the only time I post any entries in this blog is when I'm frustrated or angry - perhaps, but I'm changing that now.

Things are gonna change, they say. But who is they? And is the phrase "they say" an idiosyncratic anachronism for the indulgent-nostalgic yearning for outside justification?

Love is a many splendored thing - all you need is love! But a Louis Vuitton bag doesn't hurt.

Eight years ago, I vowed to give up the word "fag." It's 2010, and I still use it, but I never mean it in "that" way. But then again, I never did.

The mind blurs logic.

I like tangents.

Let's start the decade.