Ahem...

...I can't help but notice a couple of you (hereinafter referred to as "the usual suspects") left comments letting me know you're eagerly awaiting a so-called full report on last night's happenings. Particularly, I'm sure, about the role of the "very nice company" with whom I spent several pleasant hours.

Ain't happening, peeps.

I know I have something of a rep as someone who -- within strict limits -- lets the proverbial "it" all hang out here.

But for now, let it be sufficient to say that I had a fine time in an environment as far removed from what you would expect of me as, say, a night spent with 25 of my favorite convicted felons.

Which, by the way, had nothing to do with it. Heck, I doubt if any of those in the room has so much as pulled off a carjacking lately.

To many people, I come off as something of a crank. Curmudgeonly, dubious and cynical. And I suppose, in many ways, I am. But there is another side of me which perhaps two or three people know, and maybe one or two others may suspect.

I like keeping that part of me private. At least until I find out where it (he?) fits in the general scheme of things.

Someone who knows me well personally and reads here said to me (and I'm paraphrasing) that the writer of this journal and the me she knows seem two different people. That rocked me a little. I mean, I pride myself on saying what I mean, and being straightforward about what's brewing in my head. Always.

And believe it or not, I do care what people -- especially certain carefully selected people -- think of me, damnit. More than that, I care about what I think of me.

So let's just say there's a certain amount of confusion in the alleged mind of tired ol' MrScribbler tonight, and that I don't see that as a bad thing.

All you have to know for now is that I'm being a good boy, as much as possible, and the confusion doesn't hurt. I'm looking for the real me, trying to decide who and what he is, trying to decide how he can manage to do some difficult things for his own good. I'm trying to figure out if he's been writing all this swill here, too.

Has all this been obscure enough for you?