Our Man on the East Coast: He's Nobody in Particular

[Tom Hilton has graciously invited me to contribute to his blog and has asked me to make an introductory post.]

Nobody in Particular is not called Nobody in Particular for no good reason. His brain hurts after rereading that sentence.

(I'll go out and come in again …)

Nobody in Particular is so called for a good reason. (*Whew!*) N.I.P. lives on the East Coast of the United States, close enough to Washington, D.C., to make it an easy day-trip, but not so close that the capital's ambient brain damage is contagious. To his own great chagrin, he is locked into an undesirable job with an evil corporate leviathan (hereinafter called "ECL"). His employment with ECL consumes most of his life, and therefore …

(1) he will not be able to post very often,
(2) he will often be a day late and a dollar short on current events, and
(3) he will routinely rant about rich corporate weasels and the demons to whom they pray.

N.I.P.'s inclination is to post about things that he personally finds interesting and not (necessarily) politics. He hopes that nobody will mind that. N.I.P. is alienated from much of today's popular culture, especially where music is concerned. He will make every effort to stay out of all discussions on music.

He drinks too much and uses too many modifiers when he writes.

(Thanks, Tom, for the invitation. :))

[That's all, folks]