So I am choosing to view this page as the virtual apartment of Warren and I. We never have lived together, though I have spent the night at his apartment and he at mine. The general rule is that whoever comes first has to make breakfast in the morning, and I'll just say that I haven't picked up a skillet in a long time.
So who knows where this blog will take us. Maybe nowhere. Maybe to the top of the world and back. We could be the subject of a documentary someday, chronicling our rise to superstardom. It would begin with individual baby photos, and eventually move up to shots of this shoddily constructed page. Where would the visuals go from there? Only time will tell, but I for one am happy to be setting out on this pilgrimage with my pal Warren. So come and sit with us. Let us dazzle you with tales of our harsh mistress, the Sea. But don't forget to take your shoes off when you come in. We're Indians. The dot kind, not the savage feather kind.
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One post in, and you're already curling my toes with all-lowercase titles and single-spaced paragraph breaks. What was I thinking worrying about your thoughts on my page design?
But you know what, Todd? I may have scorned the way you present your craft in the past -- your specific style I'd describe as "aesthetic sodomy" -- but no more. For I've learned that it's these little eccentricities of yours that endear me to you.
You can't break a paragraph for shit. And you know what? I love that about you, y'big lug.
Here's to the start of something we'll look back on and say, "Whatever happened to that?"
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