pzd

This is just as much meant for you, as it is meant for me. Read it just in case you're somehow confused here. (Wouldn't be surprised if you do get confused, though. Again, this is just as much meant for me.)

Welcome to pzd. Or /pzd/. Maybe I could pull a Project(RED) and just make it (pzd). Y'know what, screw this, I still need to talk about what this blog's here for. (Plus I also had one with greater-than and less-than brackets that don't seem to render without a way to cancel out those Markdown triggers, so...)

So basically, the idea here is trying to do this thing known as “writing” with the occasional bit of author's notes, noted by the use of the quote tags right here. What does it look like when I actually do the story bit? Well, screw it, let's use the beginning of Moby Dick as an example:

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

Well crap, that was a bit longer than I expected. And the best part is that's not even the entire first paragraph of the story. Oh well, that's just example for this whole thing anyway.

So, what is pzd all about anyway? Mainly just writing stuff I wanna write. Any stupid fanfiction-type stuff I come up with, even if it's just bits and pieces. Y'know those book-ended scenes (at the beginning and end, in case you don't know what “book-ended” means) of Moulin Rouge when Ewan MacGregor has a bunch of pages strewn about his wall, where I think he's supposed to be telling his life story or something?

Yeah, basically pzd is the Internet equivalent of that. Bits and pieces of stuff, pages thrown about here and there at random times of seemingly random things, and in the end, I'll probably be the only person who'll make sense of this whole thing. Ah well, live and learn and all that.

Also, I'll just warn ya, pzd will probably focus on a lotta Sanic. Lotta that Hoghedge thing that runs faster than sound and eats chili dogs and stuff. Also that BBC sci-fi show about that time-travelling alien in a police box. I believe it's called Professor Why or something like that.

Well, either way, it's almost 1:30 in the morning right now, so I'll just be heading to bed and doing all that stuff. Till then: have fun, be merry, and stay puzzled.

— pzd —

(Yeah, I think that makes a good signature line. Doubt it seems pretentious in any way.) ;p