I Eat My Hat

I don't make decisions lightly.

I used to.

I was up for anything, anytime, anywhere, more or less.

I was stupid, reckless and more stupid.

But now i think long and hard. I weigh up the pros and cons, ponder the possibilities, the variables: the goods, the bads and the indifferents. I measure and calculate and dissect until I'm 99% sure what i want to do and why i want to do it. This can take me a few minutes, hours or days(if it's lemon cheesecake or bookshops, it's less than a second).

In the case of Facebook, it's taken me YEARS. It was a 'have i got the time?' thing, a don't-wanna-be-a-member-of-the-club thing; a philosophical thing.
It was easier going the dentist, having my hair cut short or saying yes to a camera down my throat and up my jacksy.

But i did it, i signed up.

Still not sure, so come and say hello and 'befriend' me before i change my mind and crawl back into my batcave.

Look for the skull.

Festering on Facebook

Over in some dark and dank corner of Facebook you will find Shane Oakley's Phantasmagoric House of Horror; a fan page monster-minded by friendly freak-fiend Brad 'Indio' Tuttle.

You don't get membership cards, secret decoder skull rings or 8x10 glossies of me asleep at the drawing board, but you can share your enthusiasm with the like-minded and see a few 'exclusive' pics of old and new art, like the one above(which was exclusive 5 days ago).

And though I'm honoured and chuffed, I'm not actually on Facebook(and i don't 'twit'). This blog and e-mails take enough of my spare time, and i really do like to keep a little bit of me all for myself.

Sign up, thank Indio, drive carefully and say nice things.