Casual Causality

Probably, the question that is nestling in the mind of the reader is, like that asked of many other, more important issues, “Why?” Or for the more suitably inclined, “Why not?” But as the proverb goes, there is a time and place for everything (except, for some people, homosexuality, heavy drinking, and women). So then, why is the time ripe for this, ostensibly a nascent successor to its previous incarnation that nose-dived into a whirlpool of angst and confusion and that was never seen again? Once again, the pedantic wording seems to suggest this as a given. But I think, and I speak for the rest of this that is to come, like a good introduction should, that the time is not apposite for that, but instead for a (hopefully) livelier and colourful counterweight to the rapidly shrinking days, probably as a corollary to excessive drinking. With a tinge of regret, like the last tinge of whisky that an alcoholic promises himself, I shall not be (publicly) committing flagrant verbosity as before. This is not to say that I won’t (note the use of contractions now) do such things elsewhere, if only for their immense cathartic effect, but I won’t flog the word blog to that end.

After headaching over that stylistic hangover of a first paragraph, we should analyse the reasons, if there ever is such a need to, of this sudden and insignificant outburst of desire to once again provide fodder for the whiling of dark winter days. It is after all, a new phase of life and everything like that, that without keeping some form of written record of, would be a pitiful waste, like having a wedding without having photographs of it taken (on the same level, nobody ever photographs funerals either). Fair enough, but it seems quite odd to have it pop out of nowhere like a pimple before the school photo. Then, despite a promise to myself not to subject too many people to too many visceral details of what must be a terribly dreary lifestyle, I will say that it was recently when events started to slip into a “groove”, when seminal events of certain magnitude were concluded, that it was arbitrarily decided that anything from then on could, without a whisper of a doubt, be classified as under that new, and also arbitrarily decided, phase. This country being what it is, these “events”, suffice to say, involved coins, a wooden cage and deep-fried foodstuffs.

Also because another concern of mine was to keep most posts under seven hundred words, I do think such an introduction is sufficient, though it relies heavily on the familiarity of my previous work, if that may be called work. Definitely, there will be those who “miss”, I don’t know why, the previous style and everything, so, as a matter of course I will link back to it, so you can also look through some less than savoury archives.

Because everyone is a critic, I will not be putting up a comment function, that, through experience, is usually heavily underutilized unless you either reveal saucy secrets with full names in every post, or have very dedicated readers, both of which I don’t expect to encompass here.

Now that we are on the right footing, that is, this should read with a tinge of a sardonic attitude with a slight chance of humour, we can start to write. Probably, those who think such blatant showmanship and populism is betraying the spirit of the original (that is, this is suffering from ‘sequelitis’, though to think of it as a sequel is probably inaccurate) will now refuse to read on in a fit of pique. I don’t think you’ll be missing much anyways.