Time for an exaggerated, and lengthy, display of self-importance:

The metaphorical noose is tightening around my scrawny little neck.

Apparently word of my blog is circulating campus, as someone noted today having heard of it "third hand". Hopefully it doesn't get around to the wrong people.

The wrong people being anyone stronger than me that my webpage might offend, of course. And since prettymuch everyone is stronger than me, except for Dylan Cosgrove and those starving children in Africa, it may already be too late.

At first this webpage was mine alone, a simple space for me to justify myself to myself --it at one point featured a sprawling defense of my love of country music. Then from that it grew to a page I intended for my friends, a dry little journal of events in my life.

Due largely to the influence of my friend Graham, it grew to its current unwieldy and much-too-literary form, gladly welcoming in scattered acquaintences as well as the random strangers who blunder to my site while looking for clarencethomasporn.com.

I know this entry is tedious --you might want to look at the updated Thoughts if you want me to attempt to entertain you-- but the gist of it is that I like the way my webpage turned out, and it warms the feeble little heart of this prospective author to know that people who don't really know him read his writing, or at least could be reading it if it wasn't so long.

My thoughts, as pretentious as they are at the moment, belong to me alone, and I'm willing to own up to everything I've ever written on this page, even my crack about the WMBA. This webpage contains the truth, albeit my own subjective one, and I hope you find it interesting reading.