Inaugural Post: Let the Curse Begin!

Stephen Stills, 'High'
(“Musician Stephen Stills pointing to a ‘High’ sign, 1 August 1967 by Henry Diltz.” Seriously. That is the official description of this photograph.)

High and welcome to my brand-new-never-before-been-touched-by-human-hands (just by the Hand of Count Petofi) blog. I’ve blogged intermittently before about vital topics, such as the metaphorical meaning of Richard Ashcroft cutting his long, dark locks and dying them blond and what it meant for his musical career, but I’ve failed at consistency and commitment. It’s a new year, though. The fact that I am not acting on a resolution (to create and actually maintain a blog) until January is nearly February bodes well.

(I’m also going to finish reading Mozipedia, acquire every live version of “Ghosts” by The Jam available, and finally finish watching Robert Redford’s filmography this year. Those goals are progressing equally well.)

Seriously, though, this blog will not be be a fluke because it features David Selby’s beautiful face. And I have to log in on a regular basis to look at it. Right? Right.

No, really…Look for me (at least) once a week, spouting off about the books I read, the films I watch, why David Selby is so darn dreamy, and well, I don’t know, maybe something half-interesting once in awhile–replete with all my charm, intelligence, and unique worldview solely founded on the fact that the Beatles are the best band ever, thankyouverymuch.

It should be fun. You should be here. Or else…well, remember that scene in Back to the Future where Marty is once again pestering George about taking Lorraine to the dance? And he tells George that if he doesn’t ask Lorraine to the dance, then he (Marty) will regret for the rest of his life. And George says he can’t because he’ll miss his favorite television program (Science Fiction Theater), he’s just not ready to ask Lorraine to the dance, and not Marty or anyone else on this planet (Earth) can make him change his mind. And then Marty dresses up in his radiation suit, claims to be Darth Vader from the planet Vulcan, plays (really awful) Van Halen music, and…well, I’m not going to give away the whole plot. But that’ll be you–regretting not joining in the fun of reading this blog and then Darth Vader will come and haunt you. Just consider yourself warned.

(You should know I use Back to the Future references at every chance. And did you know it only has a 8.4/10 rating on IMDB? What kind of world do we live in? One in which people are seriously, seriously dumb.)

Ok. See ya.

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