Some of you know me as Hank. Some as BR. Some as Lefty. It’s all me. I’ve wandered a bit, and fallen in and out of love with blogging, as have so many others. Some I miss—MooCow probably tops that list—and some have returned, like Rachel Lucas and Kim DuToit. Some have just stuck with it, like Veaj and Rezzie. Some post every once in a blue moon, and make me so excited when I see their name pop up in bold in my RSS reader: Bryanna and Vivian to name two.
But who am I, really? Am I Lefty? BR? Or Hank? Or someone yet to be named?
Probably I had the most fun posting as Bathroom Reading. I had a lot of time to do it, as my job wasn’t very exciting, and I didn’t like it much. So blogging was a nice way to be. And I got to meet lots of interesting characters, like A, and I got to do interviews and everything, which was really fun. And I sent people Toblerones, which made their day.
Then, like a lot of things, it didn’t so much get old as it did just get tiresome. For a while, I loved just finding new blogs and bringing them to attention. Originally, you should know, I was a straight up issues blogger, but that ended badly. BR was a breath of fresh air for me. When I ended BR, I learned a lesson: either keep paying subscription fees to a hosting service forever or lose your work. I just kind of quit, and that’s what all I have left from that time period is by blogger blog from when I started. (Don’t tell me about backing up the blog…too much work for a complete hobby).
But I wanted to keep my hand in, which created Hank LNU. Which I still kind of enjoyed, just didn’t keep it up. Like a retired sports figure who makes a comeback but it ends up being half-hearted and doesn’t last long. Then Lefty, which was fun, but I just didn’t post a lot.
But at heart, I think I’m Hank. It’s a name given to me by a close friend, who was being ironic. But I loved her, and I love the name. It was a symbol of a part of me that my life doesn’t let me let out of the box all that often. But why not, right?
I know this doesn’t make sense to most of you, or even both of you. But I think I’ll just keep this blog, just this one, and try to post to it on a regular basis. Because I know I had a hard enough time going from Bottling Up the Crazy to Crazying Up the Bottle, and that was all MooCow.
So, all, welcome Hank back to the fold.