Why oh why another yet another cutesily self-deprecating blog?

  • I am a nacissistic egomaniac and I love the sound of my own voice, virtual or not.
  • After a collapsed lung left me with the cardio vascular fitness and pulmonary capacity of a petrified larch, sitting on my increasingly squishy arse in front my laptop seems like the cool thing to do. Read all about it here.

Is the rubbish on this site true?

While I am figment of my own fertile imagination, most, if not all, of what I say is true, inasmuch that I believe it happened. Except, of course, for the stuff I fabricated for poops and giggles.

Names, places have been changed to protect the innocent.

Why Puddle?

C’mon, say it with me, puddle. Isn’t it just the most satisfying word? Puddle.

Copyright Stuff

This may be stuff and nonsense, but it is my stuff and nonsense, so all images and text remain my property. Please reference me if you are copy/quoting any of it.