Inaugural Address

Is this thing on?

Can y'all hear me?

I'm inside your heeeeeaaaaaadssss...

*Ahem*

Anyway, this is the first time I've done one of this blog thingermajingers, despite being on the site for over two years. Why's it taken me so long to do one of these? I dunno. Maybe it's just because I've not had anything worth saying.

Until now. See, I could harp on and on about the merits of being a sock, or of the unique trials we go through (your first experience with bleach is a killer), or about how I'm a founding member of Seattle's Angels, and therefore obviously more betterer than you'll ever be, but that's not what I want to talk about. I don't even want to talk about stories or anything. No, I want to talk about someone. And that someone is this guy:

This guy, right here. Who is he? He's a fellow Angel, for starters. He's a member of the Royal Guard review group, as well as WRITE. He's one of the most technically-proficient editors I know of, and as an author, he's not half bad.

Oh, who am I kidding? He's damn good. He's also one of the most under-recognized authors on this site. And that's why I want to use the remainder of this sentence to highlight exactly where you can go to see that I'm not a liar. I'll even use this sentence to do the same.

My point is, read this guy's stuff. Read it. I know I'm speaking to only a handful of followers, but nonetheless, I encourage you all to give ol' BP some love. And as for you, BP...