'The Postern Of Fate...':' The introduction that should have come first'

03/26/11
This--alas--is the long-awaited introduction to my blog ( what an odd name ! ), which should have been written first. I have, at once, in candor, rather than coyness revealed a true lack of understanding of computers in general, and this forum, in particular.
I was strongly advised to keep my entries short, and to the point; I was to eshew fancy language ( such as 'eshew' ), and--above all--to try to be interesting, so that once you found me, you would come back, dragging friends, relatives, and co-workers with you, to hark upon my every, ruby-throated word.  And, to--upon occasion--offer up your own impressions/suggestions/and criticisms that might, in all kindness, change incontestably both the tone and direction of this enterprise.
I purposely went overboard on the biography so that I wouldn't have to trot it out here, boring you twice.
There are countless blogs out there already, each with its own voice, its own interests, and its own agenda(s).  What have I to say?
"What shall we give the infant King?"
I have changed the font size so that I could read it better; for you out there in blog-land, it should--at worst--limit the length of my entries, but not the tone of them.
Though I am, at present safely tucked away in my own little world, as I had mentioned in the bio, 'The Postern Of Fate...' refers to all that lies on the other side of your own front door; all the marvels, the mysteries, and the unspeakable terrors, the former of which simply makes us want to stay in bed, covers over the head.
We all try to insulate ourselves, our families, and our friends from the utter madness that waits for us there; for there be monsters run amok that we cannot control, nor hide from, nor escape from, really.
Our homes have become our fortresses, our redoubts, our caves which we leave grudgingly, and return to most gratefully.
Try as we might, the outside world still touches us, as well-evidenced by the schlock and shock offered up nightly on TeeVee, and in the newspapers ( does anyone subscribe to them anymore? ).
After a year or so of dwindling interest, when much of broadcast 'entertainment' devolved into torture of the most hideous kind, I simply stopped watching TeeVee, and, in time, gave away the two sets I had in the house.  And, while I freely admit that it is now with greater slowness that I am informed of events both here and abroad, I could find nothing but distaste at any of the, 'What would you do for $50,000.00 USD ? shows.  Eat worms ? Share a glass coffin teeming with roaches?
First, it beggared the self-answering fact that, 'hell yeah, I could use $50,000.00 !'  We all could.  In point of fact, there have been too many occasions when $500.00 would look good, and would help carry us to the end of the month.
But these shows, for amusement's sake took these hapless contestants and humiliated them; they not only went home penniless, but did so after sharing the glass coffin teeming with roaches.
When the stately, and posing rectitude of 'Jeopardy', was overrun by 'Weakest Link', the boxer's gloves came off to fully reveal the greed and conniving of the contestants, and the unutterable snottiness of the Host.  That its tag line, 'You are the weakest link', was later used as a catch phrase across the nation, culminating in an homicide, shows only too well how cruel, selfish, and mindless such shows can be.
Thankfully, such productions soon--though, often, not quickly enough--burn themselves out, others race to fill the void.
Part One Of Two.