I Don't Care For This Title

If you're reading this, congratulations. You just found something new. It's kind of like finding a quarter on the street, isn't it? Not exactly life changing by any means, but still, hey, free quarter!

If, however, you're not reading this, then how in the hell are you comprehending what I'm saying? Are you in my brain? Don't make me go in there after you. I'm afraid of what I might find.

So, yes, my ego is now so big that one blog cannot possibly hope to contain it. Thus, numero dos. If you're asking yourself why, here's two good excuses.

1.) I'm hosting my archives for The Expatriate Act here from before the software changeover last August. They had been sitting collecting dust on our old page, unviewable to anyone but myself, but that just seemed like a shame, so I did something about it. If I ever figure out how to put them up on the TriBlogs site, I'll be sure to do that, but for the time being, they're here. Feel free to peruse them and try to decipher anything entertaining about them. I've been through them five or six times. I'm still looking.

2.) I'm a massive attention whore. And I like to swear. A lot. So, shit piss fuck hell damn bitch shit on you. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh. You have no idea how good that felt.

So, welcome aboard, mateys. Immediately below, you'll find the house rules. Do abide by them and you and I will get along just fine. And that's all I have to say about anything. If you'd like to challenge my newfound authority, please do so in the comments section. Thank you all.

-Erik Hagen
/This shtick is getting old.