About what? Assuming you have a morbid curiosity about the author or the impetus to go public with such trivia, suffice it to say that I am a person of the male persuasion who, due to some pre-existing condition (mostly relating to being male) has this odd predilection toward doing stuff, like blogging, merely because it can be done. And I am endowed with sufficient technical prowess to actually accomplish said technical feat.<\/p>\n
In this space I will write, pontificate a bit, post some of my photos or muse about a subject that I fancy. I wear many hats so my palette is broad. I suffer fools gladly, so feel free to comment…<\/p>\n
“Instipator” is a word my daughter, then 3, invented to describe her 18 month old brother. Where this comes from, as with many things that stem from the mind of a young and somewhat precocious girl, remains a mystery to me. It was close enough to “instigator” to make it stick…and trust me, her little brother is definitely an instigator. But it’s not a word we used around her so she must have picked it up while overhearing a conversation and, quite properly I might say, added it to her vocabulary.<\/p>\n
And to ours…<\/p>\n
Nuff said?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
About what? Assuming you have a morbid curiosity about the author or the impetus to go public with such trivia,<\/p>\n