A chequered history of opinion.

I recently looked back over a number of previous posts on this blog and it feels odd how when you’re removed from a specific post, in particular the feelings and circumstances that caused you to write that post, by years or sometimes only months, it isn’t always easy to remember how you felt when you wrote it. Some of them I’m still quite proud of; some are written pretty decently and get the point I was trying to make across fairly well. Others...well. Others come off like off-the-cuff ramblings about who knows what. I sound like, not to put too fine a point on it, a bit of a dick.

In spite of this embarrassment, I’ve decided to leave them where they are, like so much Internet flotsam and jetsam (thanks to an old Internet friend by the name of Flower for that quite charming turn of phrase). Not only that, but for the moment I think I’ll continue with the odd burst of nonsense. Frequency of posts has been declining for some time due to other time commitments (some important, like my wife and kids, some not, like my Xbox), but I will try to keep to a once a month minimum. I know how the whole of the Interwebs hangs on my every word, after all.

I guess the point is that everybody changes, and looking back on this page serves as a sort of catalogue of mine.