The first dribble.

This blog almost existed under another name. I had earnestly started designing a blog in September, before taking a lengthy trip to Melbourne, during which I learned a close relative, younger than I, had passed away in Adelaide. After comming back to Sydney, via Adelaide, my heart just wasn't in it anymore. The blog sat bare. But I remained an avid blog reader, devouring the writings of those now in my blogroll, and by mid December I was again itching to write one myself.

With all the distractions of late December to wade through, I thought there wouldn't be a better day to start than the 1st of January. It would be my only New Years Resolution for the year. Come January 1st, I'd be the blogger I wanted to be in September. When it did come, the owner of Bloghosts ran away with my domain name and 9 months worth of my yearly payment. I don't buy his sob story for a minute. I didn't recieve an email supposedly informing me of the situation in November and neither had other people I knew who were hosted by them. I couldn't stay angry, though.

Why? Right about the same time all of this went down, Bigpond Movies had finally sent our household the Curb Your Enthusiam DVD's we'd been eagerly awaiting because it was even funnier than the show I had, up to that point, thought was the funniest TV show on Earth. If you've not heard or seen much of Curb Your Enthusiasm, it's a show in which the actors (mostly) improvise around a loose framework of ideas, rather than read from a script, and was created by Larry David, the co-creator of Seinfeld (and who the George Costanza character was based on), who stars in the show as himself. You'll never go back to scripted sitcoms again. Unless Ms Fits starts dabbling in them. Covered my arse there...

"Babbling brook of bullshit" was simply a quote from the show. It's not the funniest quote, but it describes me well after a few red wines, which I'll now have every excuse to imbibe in the interests of remaining, well, a babbling brook of bullshit. Aren't I smart to have made a resolution which is simply a covert plan to drink more alcohol under the guise of writing a blog? Eh (nudge)? Eh (nudge)? Babbling brook of bullshit was also chosen because it was short enough to be used as a web address. Had I not worried about length and simply gone for the funniest line in the show, you'd be typing;
www.wasthatabarnwasthatabarnithinkitwastoosmalltobeabarnit
lookedmorelikeastabletherewasacowtheredoesthatmeanwhatthat
itcouldhavebeenabarntheresnocowsinbarnstherescowsonafarmare
therealwaysbarnsonfarmstherearestablesinfarmsrightbutnot
necessarilybarnsidontthinkthatwasthebarn.blogspot.com in your url bar, but I'm thinking of you, my reader (I'll come back and pluralise when I see the evidence), first. I'm kind like that.

The original blog was solely going to be about all things urban. Buildings, laneways, graffiti, crowds, and city grit make me hot and hard in the frontal pants area and my photo collection of city pr0n number well in the thousands, and they're just the ones I took. I now feel it would have been too restrictive to limit myself to a single theme, so now it'll be open slather on everything I feel I'm authorised to write about, which is everything. Just expect there to be a sizeable chunk devoted to city stuff and photos I take. Like this one of Bridge Lane, in Sydney. Click for a larger version.