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Hi, world, and welcome to “The Password’s Lasagna”!  One day I’ll share where that name came from - for now, just revel in the wonderful idioticity of the word “Lasagna”.  Say it over and over again.  Let it flip off your tongue in all its gleeful lasagnaness.  Say it until it means nothing, say it ‘til it means everything.  Lasagna.  It’s a word with many layers.  Moving on quickly now...
I have to wonder if, in a year, I will regret this first post.  I’ll think “what kind of imbecilic idiot was I, to think starting a blog would be a good idea?”  As if there aren’t more constructive things to do.  Like...fishing.  Or hunter-gathering (which is the sport of gathering as many hunters as possible in one weekend and stuffing them all in the back of a closed pickup, preferably with a limb or so hanging out and dripping blood).  Or making clay...things.  Useful things.  Mugs and the like.  Or I could be chilling with friends...engaging in meaningful conversations over cups of coffee...the only problem being that I hate coffee.  There:  I used the word “hate’ in my first blog post.  So much for positivity.  This is obviously not a self-help blog.  Or an advice blog, or a philosophical, theological, intellectual, scientifical, entomological, or yadadeeyadaical blog.  Note - apparently “no replacements can be found” for the word “yadadeeyadaical”, which makes me feel fulfilled and complete and smug and happy.  Life goal - invent new word every day.  Life goal #2 - forget new word within ten minutes of inventing it.  Come to think of it, I probably do that already.  And now that this blog exists, possibly some of them (The words!  The words, people!) will miraculously become part of some mass consciousness of humankind!  In that case, “yadadeeyadaical” is pronounced EXACTLY like you think it is.  
Anyway.
(I say “anyway” a lot, and I know it’s sloppy writing, but please get used to it - I could have worse flaws.  I could be driving my van around town on a mass rampage right now, mowing pedestrians down and wreaking irrepairable havoc.)
Welcome to my blog.  It is mine, by the way.  The pictures are copyrighted (or something) and pricelessly irreplicable (because I’m a genius).  So don’t get any ideas.  But though it is mine, I hope it may also be yours.  Please don’t look for any consistency or deep meaning or intelligent humorous commentary - you won’t find it here.  All you’ll find are some dumb drawings, even dumber cartoons, and whatever words happen to ramble out of my brain and onto the keyboard.  All I ask is that you laugh.  If not with me, then at me. And enjoy the nonsense.  

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly. 
G. K. CHESTERTON, "The Eternal Revolution", Orthodoxy


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