Ok gang. It's been a busy, crazy weekend, with all sorts of stuff happening, and stuff not happening, and @other_random_excuses, all of which will probably be documented during the coming days.

I know there's been a piece of content that I said I'd publish for ages now, and this weekend would be the time it hits the web. Nobody but me knows the exact topic, but that's what why I need to write it. If everybody already knew everything I was going to say, there wouldn't be much point in saying it, would there?

Much of this not-so-epic work still hasn't been written, and the parts that have been written, are, frankly, a bunch of crap. Maybe the final product will be a bunch of crap too. I don't know. I think it was foolish of me to try to pre-announce what amounts to a slightly less random rambling, especially now that I find that to a large extent, other more pressing issues of survival have eclipsed its immediate significance in my life.

But anyway... since I told myself, and now everybody else, that I was going to write this thing, and it was going to be published this weekend, it's time to live up to that. I also find that even despite all the other stuff that's been happening in my life, it's something that I believe is important enough for me to express.

Here's the deal; At this moment, I've got shit as far as content is concerned. But I want to have something out by Monday morning (pushing my self-imposed "deadline" just a bit). So right now, this is feeling uncannily like several experiencess in college, in which I would have a paper or other major assignment due the following day, and at 21:00, still scratching my head about how to approach it.

So, I'm going to treat it just as I did those college assigments. For all intents and purposes, this "paper" is due tomorrow morning. In a moment, I'm going to make a run out to the corner store, buy myself a big bottle of Mountain Due (and maybe a snack or two), return to my Lair, turn up some nice loud inspiring music in my headphones, and produce something.

Yes, I'm a nut. No, I don't have a job. No, I don't yet know if I will. No, I'm not really a student at this time, at least not in the official sense. I prefer to think of myself as a not-quite-starving not-so-artistic web artist.

Yes, I'm a nut. Here's to it. Oh, one more thing. When the result of this effort is published, readers may be officially invited to assign a "grade". (If I had a polling system up, I'd use that, but pseudo-Content Solutions will work for such a purpose if people feel so inclined.) I'd like to think that what I write will inspire a bit of discussion, but... one can never be sure how people will respond.

Anyway, enough talk. Time to write. Er... I mean.... enough writing. Time to write. Right. And....

Go.