It's red because it's rusting

Once in a while, I try to make some sparks.  Twice now I've failed to kick off a blog.  Every now and then I "pilot" a project, but it never seems to catch fire.  I am fickle and easily distracted.  I am clumsy and easily discouraged.  But then again, so is everyone else, so who am I to run from my responsibilities as a creative human being?

I've been sitting too long on these unexecuted dreams, and I have had enough.  It is time to execute these dreams.  For their crimes.  Against not-getting-shit-done-anity.  Preferably painlessly, and with minimal financial/moral burden to morally solvent taxpayers.


I know it'll be different this time because I have inspiring friends and a belt full of tools now.  I no longer venture out into the unknown naked with wit alone.  The blade has been rusting, and I think it's about time I broke out the barkeeper's friend.