A new name, a sort-of-but-not-really new look, new and different stuff to be posted.

It occurs to me that there are things missing.  Things I think that never get out.  For most people that seems perfectly fine.  I'm sure I could learn to live with it.  But, I don't really want to.  Nor do I have to.

I want to share the strange things I see.  The other night I was at the bar and spent a couple of hours staring at the pool table trying to figure out how to hit one ball and put them all in a pocket. No, seriously, I spend hours on this shit.  Most people suspect this is how my brain works, few people see that it's undeniably true that I am a neurotic half-Jew who should have a room next to the Rain Man some days.

I think I need to get over the narcissism inherent in blogging.  I've never had a problem with being a narcissist before.  It's probably a good thing that I'm worrying about it, even if I'll ignore it.  And, if it annoys me I'll just put some concrete shoes on it and toss it in the river all mafia style.