SOME years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on the Internet, I thought I would write a little and see the bloggery part of the world.

Alright, alright. I will not subject you to an adapted recitation of Chapter I of Moby Dick. Although the end result of that exercise would likely make for a more entertaining read than what follows, even if I take as long to write it as Ahab spent pursuing the Great Fish (mammal – whatever).

Instead, I would like to welcome each and every one of you to my blogmare, which I have cleverly named “Sportress of Blogitude.” It is my hope that you will consider this blog a way station of sorts on the information superhighway. A place where you can rest and recuperate as you make your way through another day, attempting in earnest to avoid any semblance of work.

Or better yet, if this blog can somehow manage to honor the mystical site for which it is named, a place where you can insert oddly-shaped pieces of ice into various receptacles and have wisdom imparted to you from long-extinct alien civilizations.  I doubt that is going to happen, but wouldn’t it be cool if it did? Far out, man.

After the jump, I will hit on a few of the high points regarding the initial format I envision for S.O.B.

Down the rabbit hole we go…

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