Howdy

Call me Stan K. Richard, but know that's not my name,

I blog here pseudonymously, and my fragile ego is to blame.

About me, well, there's little to know,

I listen to the Podcastrati when I'm on the go.

You know, Harris and Ferriss,

TKP and JRE,

Huberman and Fridman,

Coleman and Cowen,

Mounk and Klein,

And two more that rhyme...

My preferred promo codes are for LMNT and Athletic Greens,

I rest on an Eight Sleep mattress and have wonderful dreams.

Starting a blog in Twenty Twenty-Three?

Surely, it couldn't be!

"Hey, I think this poem was written by ChatGPT..."

But, alas! 'Twas written by yours truly,

'Tis he-who-resides-in-Saint-Loui...

...sville.

And yes, I am dumb enough to start a blog in the year of our lord 2023.

Expectations surrounding this blog

Or, questions that no one asked, but I will answer.

Q: How large of an audience do you expect to develop?

A: Microscopic.

Q: How much money do you expect to make from blogging?

A: Somewhere in the ballpark of zero-ish dollars.

Q: How much of a time-suck do you expect this blog to be?

A: Time-suckier than waiting in line to cast a ballot in a majority-minority voting precinct during Georgia's 2020 general election (oh god, is this guy just going to be posting hot political garbage on here... gross [Sorry, didn't mean to get too political. I'll ease off {Does he really think that just using different symbols inside a parenthetical statement is going to make any sense to the reader? Bro, the audience stopped reading after you tried to drop "pseudonymously" into the second line of your shitty poem}]). Jeez, that other guy inside the parentheses was a real prick.

In Summation:

Starting a blog right now is akin to opening a brick-and-mortar, cassettes-only music store (an anachronistic impulse). But damn the torpedoes. I am hopping aboard the blogging-train even though it left the station in the early-aughts. Hope you join me.