When someone first suggested I start a blog, I initially scoffed at the idea. I mean, there’s probably billions of these things floating around in cyberspace, and I really pay no attention to them, whatsoever. But, on the off-chance that people might actually read this crap, I decided to give it a go. Because I’ve always been a sucker for an audience. Let me start by introducing myself. I’m Turd Ferguson. And I love goats. Not in the physical sense, mind you, but in a totally platonic, yet highly respectful, manner. If I were to be reincarnated as another earthly creature, it would be a goat. Most likely a mountain goat, but a regular old farmyard billy goat would be just as bitchin’. Either that, or a house cat, since they got it pretty damn easy.

I’m not from Athens, but I’ve been there a few times, and it’s a lovely place, once you get over the eery sense of being rather isolated. I am somewhat of a musician, though, even though I don’t currently play in a band or on my own. More of a tinker, at the moment. My ultimate goal is to write TV commercial jingles that are so catchy they make people want to vomit. The kind that just sticks to the inside of your head like scrambled eggs stick to an iron skillet. So catchy that you would have to physically remove it, by beating your head against a blunt object until those particular brain cells that are internally singing the jingle are traumatized and die.

It’s a bit late for a disclaimer, but if you are one of those people who take everything seriously, you are not going to like this blog one bit. Some parts will be deadly serious, but most won’t be, and I’ll leave the reader to decide which is which.

In the meantime, please check out this site, shown to me by a friend:



www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com



Fuck War,
Turd