Early Dogs

So I'm out to get my Sunday Times, a ritual that is mostly about paying $4 for a crossword puzzle, and I see the cover of a "Rolling Stone" magazine. There is a very heavy portrait of Barack Obama, the sort you'd expect to see hanging in a 7th grade classroom somewhere in Chicago, and the words: "A NEW HOPE" right there, boldly heralding the existence of this charismatic presidential candidate.

A kick in the balls, what!

After several weeks of pacing, and wrestling with the more reticent bits of my ego, about my first blog posting, I thought I'd had it licked. I had a few decent strings of deep thought ready, a handsome picture of Yoda for luck & a title. Sure, it may have gone on a bit thickly with the Star Wars reference, but who hasn't mined this seminal film in times of great distress: "Help me Obi-Wan..."

So let this serve as a warning, summed up in the faces of the pictured dogs, that until I get some sort of rhythm established with these posts there will most certainly be some "Early Dogs"