A Return to the Flock

Six months ago I decided that the blog I'd kept for nearly two years had lost its way. Not that it ever really had one; in 24 months I'd covered everything from speaking in tongues to masturbating to Jazzercise VHS tapes (I've done both). When I woke up one day last summer and couldn't think of a single good reason to continue it, I deleted it.

I've been surprised to find that I miss writing - terribly, even. It was fun. It was challenging. It was cathartic. It was also infused with an insufferable amount of douchebaggery. Because I'd written as myself, I subconsciously vetted everything through a gauntlet of boner-harshing filters. The girlfriend filter. The family filter. The coworker filter. The end result was about what you'd expect when too many executives collaborate about the name of their software company. They'd head out for a weekend in some lodge 30 miles from the office and come back talking feverishly about the life-changing experiences they had while canoing. Then they'd show you a poorly-drawn sketch of a globe with the name Global 360 Technologies next to it and excitedly explain "the globe... it spins... Global 360... GET IT?"

This time it will be different. This time I will flex my winnowing creative muscle under the cloak of anonymity. Some housekeeping:

1. The name, Acrid Sheep - our culture is full of sheep. I am one. And that makes me acrid. Acrid Sheep.
   
   
2. The aim of the blog - to honestly, recklessly share the intimate details of my life in a way that feels right to me, and me only.
   
   
3. About me - I am 33, male, and share a home with my 41 year old cougar girlfriend in Atlanta, GA. Since I am sure I will be writing about her at some point, she will be referred to as Gertrude (Gertie, for short). Back when she was born, it was likely a viable alternative to her real name.

Enjoy.