In which the weblog is launched amidst explanations.

So I'm moving the operation from LJ to here, because fundamentally I'm one of those people who compulsively acquires fresh notebooks (which is something else I've done today - a five-subject one with crisp plastic dividers and decent line spacing, oh joy) at the start of a new school term to savour the sense of a new start and infinite possibility. The old Tinsel of Futility is staying up, being as it is a record of the past three years and I might suddenly conceive a hatred of Blogger and have NO WAY OF COMMUNICATING IN MONOLOGUE FORM except going on msn and talking to people who are away. But at the moment I value novelty more than continuity, and I think the new-notebook feeling will make me write more. And thus I become a member of the blogosphere (as I see it, Livejournal is well outside the blogosphere). I find this mildly uncomfortable but clearly I have only myself to blame.

Am going to Kine Henny's musical thingy at Ni Muser and must do something Victorian theatre-related before that rather than just sitting here reading Alice in Wonderland, which is also work, but much less imperative. (As on LJ, I imagine all my posts will end with exhortations to myself to do some work.)