Oh, right. I have a blog.

So there I was, standing by the river, when all of a sudden this giant fish WITH LEGS came galloping up the shore right at me. I didn't know how to respond to this, as it's not exactly something I had been expecting, so I just sort of stood there. But could you blame me? I mean, really? There wasn't anything on the news about behemoth walking fish in the Tennessee River and I had never seen one of the History Channel; not even MonsterQuest. Just as the thing was about to collide full-force into me, it leaned back on its heels and quickly came to a halt. It was a little shorter than me, by virtue of it's fishy nature, but our eyes met. It felt like we stood like that for hours, but I'm sure it was only a few seconds. Then it spoke.

"Hey man... do you have any money that I could use to buy my family a pizza? I got laid off last week and I just want to take care of them. Anything will help. I appreciate it, man."

But before he even finished, I was rolling my eyes and turning away. The fish was a freaking bum! My terror had quickly melted into frustration. The bloody fish just wanted a hand-out. What's up with creatures on this planet nowadays, huh? Everybody thinks they're entitled to some Papa John's just because I can afford to get it every once in a while? Fish needed to get a real job, like everyone else, and get off my back.

So I just shook my head, but the thing persisted.

"Come on! I have a whole school of kids to take care of and their mom's out running around with a freakin' rainbow trout! Do you know what it's like, being the laughing stock of an entire river just 'cause the old woman's running around with a flamer?! I just need some cash."

He was getting desperate; I could see his little gills flopping violently. So I turned to him with a glare set on my face.

"I have the money, yeah. But you can't have it, alright? Now. Go. Away."

"Fine! Forget you, man!"

He was angry, I could tell, but he shuffled his way back down to the river and disappeared below the murky surface. I shook my head once more as I turned back down the path I had been following before. He would probably just use that money to buy himself one of those little plastic divers or a fancy air filter. Take care of his family. Right.

Stupid fish.

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So... I figured I needed to post something here and a fish with legs was the first thing that came to my mind. What that says about me, I'm not entirely sure.

So I'm trying to get develop some sort of schedule for writing stuff, as I always feel better when I write. Letting my imagination run free for a little while every week can be rather therapeutic. But here's what I want to do, and I've mention it before: find a website that will allow free hosting that lends itself a little more toward the type of organization that I need. I want each story to be able to have its own page, or series of linked pages. I also want some sort of introduction place where I can just throw up a quick update thing so you don't have to wade around to see what's changed. And, last but not least, I sort of like the blog feature so attaching one of those wouldn't be bad, either. I wouldn't use it very often but whenever I wanted to post a quick story about a walking fish, I could.

So there's your mission, intrepid reader(s). Go find this mystical place for me. Or pay for a real website. Either will work for me.

That's all for now.

Cheers.