When I was a kid, I used to watch TV upside down.
I’d sit on the couch or a beanbag or, in the summer, this big green high-backed chair in my dad’s family room. I might start out normal enough, with the ol’ junk heap on the seat like anybody else, but within minutes I’d have my head dangling over the edge and my bare feet pointing at the ceiling.
Did I enjoy the rush of blood to my head? The novelty of the cartoon sky and ground being reversed? Did I just like pissing off any adults who wandered in and barked at me to sit correctly and stop being so weird?
I honestly don’t remember. I can’t tell you why I did it. It just made sense at the time.
When I started my website a grumble-frumble ago–that’s a highly technical term for “I don’t want to look it up and feel old”–I decided to have a separate site for my blog. It’s still there, and it will stay there for at least another grumble-frumble or so. But I can’t remember exactly why I set things up that way, and while I’m sure it made sense at the time, it seems like a silly thing to do now.
I have become the adult, yelling at my child self to sit properly. Actually I yell at my son to do it, because of course he inherited my penchant for strange behavior, and he’s always messing up the couch cushions.
Anyway, going forward, I’ll be posting new blog content here. I’ll also be revising and reposting some things from my old blog–because sometimes a big green high-backed chair is still worth having, but could use new padding and upholstery.
So welcome to my new online home. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Watch TV upside down if you must, but don’t come crying to me if you fall over, I warned you to be careful, BUEEENO. Allá tú.