Shiny and new!

Since this is my sandbox I reserve the right to change the name of this blog at my whim or fancy.  Maybe it will grow on me over time...

So, yeah, this will definitely turn into something.  Hopefully something worth reading.  If you leave my blog even mildly amused, then I consider I've done the job I set out to do.

Now, if you will pardon me, I can hear the coffee pot summoning me!

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