So I got one of these

It's Friday evening and rather than partying I have set up a livejournal account. I have minimal plans to use it, which will probably mean anyone who bothers to come here can expect an update every five or six minutes. Me and plans get on like something that isn't very good at planning things and, well, plans.

I eagerly look forward to the world receiving this new endeavour with resounding indifference. If your response is other, violent antipathy is a natural feeling in this type of case, then blame the Confounded Shanks as it is entirely his fault that I started doing this. I have found blaming the Confounded Shanks to be a useful solution to a broad selection of problems- even where nothing is solved, the symptoms are often alleviated.