Tuesday, March 27, 2007

The Good Doctor Considers His Own Name and That of This Weblog

To begin with, I believe I should confess immediately that I am writing under a pseudonym. "Hector Lewis Errorladen, Ph.D." is in fact an anagram of my true name (first, middle, and last), regarding which I have decided to remain reticent for the time being. I do, however, have a doctorate; I am prone, sadly, to the committing of many errors; C. S. Lewis has been a rolemodel of mine, not least as a stylist, for many years; and in the course of any blogging I might do I shall inevitably hector my readers insupportably. For these reasons I do not think it is inappropriate for me to lay these posts before the public under the guise of Dr. Errorladen.

Next, I think I should explain the words composing the title of this weblog: Drolleries seems fitting, since I have always had difficulty remaining solemn or soberminded about anything, as many of my friends can testify; and so I imagine that these posts will more often be attempts to amuse and divert than to enlighten or reform. Orphan I chose for two reasons: First, because I have never known my biological parents, and so am something of an orphan myself; and second, because I fear that these posts will themselves eventually be orphaned, abandoned by their author to time and the elements, by the force of which they shall eventually disintegrate into half-phrases and semiwords and, finally, collapse into dust and stray serifs. Wretched, I think, is self-explanatory--or shall become so. Finally, in company with my nom de plume, "Wretched Orphan Drolleries" is an anagram of my real name--yet so perfect a heading for these little outbursts that I would keep it even without the additional tincture of cleverness that this circumstance provides. Adieu.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Some Preliminary Remarks

This, gentle reader, is my first, hesitating attempt at web-logging. It is entirely conceivable to me that I will delete this first post, indeed delete this blog completely, and so return to the relative safety and obscurity of the non-blogging part of the human race. But first, let me just get a notion of what a post looks like on this blog when everything is properly set up. I will sleep on it tonight; and if tomorrow it still does not seem too foolish for me to do so, then perhaps I will elect to proceed (or not) with what would appear to be an increasingly popular pastime for wastrels and windbags. Adieu.