A Grasswatcher Cometh

Hear ye, hear ye.

The Sleepwalker hath changed his guise, for now he is the Grasswatcher.

Dedicated to the art of...watching...grass...

Ech. Who am I kidding. Apparently this hasn't been my comedic forte for some time now.

Anyway, welcome one and all, to this humble blog of mine. For those in the audience who have actually read my original blog (and I'm not telling...a part of my past best left to the fog of time), which was chock full of emo sentiments and post-pubescent drivel, this blog represents the next stage. Independence! Hoo-hah.

After considering the pros and cons of having another Xanga account (oops, that's out of the bag now), I decided to follow the lead of old comrade takuempire, who lurks around these parts with intentions best left unknown. Peace, bro.

Anyway, in case anyone (if anyone at all is reading this) is wondering why I changed monikers from a Sleepwalker *wink-wink* to a Grasswatcher, I've got to admit that I didn't really think it through properly. I guess the Sleepwalker, though he lives on, is no longer the main character. The Grasswatcher is characterised by his namesake; he takes pleasure in the small things, such as the growing grass, the floating clouds, and the attractive RA who happen to be smaller than himself. And he's probably going to have a happier tone than the emo-ish Sleepwalker. Probably. Yup.

Yes, I do realise that I am talking about myself. Or at least my blog self.

Actually, this blog is long overdue. This was meant to be the successor to dangbayan's website on living in Aotearoa (where the Grasswatcher does his watching!), a site which is probably funnier on all levels than what this hunk of text is going to be once I squeeze it out of my literary loins. Echh.

Whew. And here I thought that I had nothing to say.

Blogworld, I return.


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