This Again?

I'm at it again.

When I was a college kid, studying English at George Mason University in Fairfax, VA, I went through a very long (roughly 5 year) period of obsession with journals. The concept of the journal (or diary or whatever you want to call it) appeals to me. A lot. So much so that I can't seem to stop myself from buying empty journals with the fullest of intentions of filling with my messy printed word.

I won't go into grand detail about what I filled those journals back then with, or if I filled them at all. I'll let the reader out there, whoever he or she may be, work that one out for themselves.

As usual, I digress. So this is Vox? I figured I'd give another one of these launching pads another shot. I've tried blogspot. MySpace, too. Then, back in March, I got the genius idea of buying my own domain. Paid up front for a year of hosting, started up a sight that I ambitiously envisioned as a fantastic nexus of pop culture talk, gossip and review, a veritable solar system of Hollywood insight, masked uncomfortably as a cadre of planets revolving desperately around yours truly. That was Double Negative Pop.

If you really want to, you can check those three links. You might find something entertaining. Probably not. (And if you visit DNP, please ignore the banner.)

Then again, I'd rather you stuck around here. I'm going to give it another shot. I can't promise it'll be good. But I think I've figured that the direction I envisioned myself blogging would be something that I ultimately never wanted to do in the first place. It's the difference between choosing and feeling obligated. It's my fault, of course, but there you have it.

Stick around. I want to do this a little different, keep it a little simple, and hopefully entertain you a lot with things about me.

Cheers.