I’m Josh. Or Slosh, if you’d prefer. Since most things here will probably be written and/or posted under the influence of that alcohol-tinged alter ego of mine, then that’s probably the safer assumption.

This whole blogging thing is… kind of a mess, to put it bluntly. The whole endeavor began back in… 2009? 2010? I don’t know, something like that. It was born from having an overabundance of free time in my first year of college, and too many unsolicited opinions about movies and video games.

In that regard, not much has changed. Apart from perhaps the free time.

This thing has gone through varying periods of rapid, flurried activity and long, barren stretches of neglect. I do not now, nor will I ever make any pronouncements about any kind of frequency of updates here. I’ll write something when I darn well feel like it.

Similarly, I can’t promise any kind of thematic consistency. I started this thing years back thinking that any potential audience would presumably want to see content that was in roughly similar categories of interest. I now understand that expectations of an audience of any kind are, at best, overly optimistic. Therefore, this place is going to be largely therapeutic in nature in that I’ll be writing first and foremost for myself. Sometimes that will remain focused on movies and pop culture ephemera, but other times it might just be musings from recent travel. Self-indulgent navel-gazing. Metered verse.

Hell if I know, sometimes it’s just good to get something on paper.

That’s largely where the name of this blog came from, really. From Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, we get the following exchange:

Guildenstern: “I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.

Rosencrantz: “Or just as mad.”

Guildenstern: “Or just as mad.”

Rosencrantz: “And he does both.”

Guildenstern: “So there you are.”

Rosencrantz: Stark raving sane.”

While I hope I don’t too closely resemble the mopey Dane the two characters refer to, this is nonetheless going to be a collection of sense/nonsense spoken to myself/not to myself.

Maybe somebody else will get a modicum of entertainment out of this. If that somebody is you… then God help you.