One dead, hundreds mourn, then go off to do other things

It's been months since I killed my old livejournal. Shot with words. High noon, tumbleweeds and all. It bled out all over the desk and there was weeping. But, it had to be done. eLjay had played out and I was ready to move on to a new town. A drifter on the interwebs.

Now there's this: The Wordslinger. I _plan_ to use this blog for rambling on about interesting and insignificant things and also to post photos of the same. Mostly to chronicle them for myself. I think it's mandatory for the first post to talk about how this is for the author and not for you, so that when no one reads it, said author doesn't feel like no one loves him. But for realz, this is for me. No, seriously. For me.