Hello Cruel World

This was actually going to be the title of my blog, but I found out that a) it was already taken and b) it is apparently the name of album by a New Zealand band, as well as a book about alternatives to suicide. Anyway, the phrase just sort of popped into my head this morning in a positive light. I am adding the clarification of "positive" just in case I end up dead in the next few days. Let me be clear, I am NOT contemplating suicide, so if I do end up dead please look for a murderer. You can pretty much rule out my wife, or any of my family, and probably most of my friends. (James Goldberg didn't do it--please authorities, no beard profiling.) Though, there is this guy at the gym who looks at me funny sometimes. He wears a wife-beater (to the gym?) and drives a small, white pickup--definitely killer material. Well, okay, even he seems harmless, so I guess you will have to start from scratch. Okay, this is getting too morbid.
I'm not sure that I am ready for this. I have been contemplating starting a blog for some time, but I'm not clear yet on what, exactly, I want to do with it. For the time being, I will just use it as an outlet for expression--I know cliche, right? Well, I need something, as my schooling/work are making Cort a very dull boy. The business would seem to preclude the option of a blog, but I'm getting desperate to write something that I am not required to. Therefore, without any real ado, and not a trace of fanfare, I begin my blog.