Good greebling. Or good greiveling. As the case may be.

I don't know if this is really going to fly yet. I'm all in pieces on the floor, I don't know which way is up, I'm empty inside, and if that wasn't bad enough, a dark pallor hangs over everything in the wake of the sad death of Sammy the Dog. These factors may curse the entire enterprise from the get go, he said, courting disaster as he was compulsively inclined to do.

But it seems necessary.

It's a share-house blog. I'd point to the legendary 85 George Street by way of antecedentary examplage - indeed, I just did - but it has apparently died a death.

To elaborate, it's a blog for the residents of the unassuming Fitzroy domicile [*] currently cohabited by:

• My associate Bentendo;
• For a little while longer, at least, Bentendo's girlfriend, who doesn't have a Blogger account yet as far as I know. (Or indeed, a name. But this shall be rectified soon enough); and
• Myself, best known to the online world as Teigan.

It was basically the Tendo's idea. It all began, wavy dissolve, when we moved in about six weeks ago. At the time, he was reading a fine book of bite-sized 16th century Japanese wisdom chunklets called "Hagakure: The Book of the Samurai".

Thus inspired, we conceived an elaborate concept involving Samuel, who would have been the principle poster.

I forget the fine print, but the whole thing basically derived from Sammy's subtle, hidden qualities of masterfulness (if ever a keeshond was a warrior, it was old Ryfrost. Not, perhaps, in the Ghengis Khan sense, but certainly in the spiritual one) and from the opportunity thus afforded to employ the amusing punning subtitle "Blog of the Sammyrai".

Unfortunately (as is so often the way) we talked about it too much without actually doing anything, and the whole thing started to seem much too complex and effort-intensive. Consequently the project was abandoned. But not before I'd made a dodgy masthead graphic (see above), which it seems a shame to let go to waste. You know, it took me ages.

Thanks for joining. If you have been. Etcetera.

[*] I'd give the full address so you can send us presents and stalk us and stuff, but I'm still a bit afraid that a certain artist specialising in the medium of deception is seeking to destroy me for (allegedly) ruining his secret underground organization.


[POSTED BY TEIGAN]