Welcome, I guess?

Getting back into blogging. My reborn little corner of the web. Woohoo. I just feel like doing some stream-of-consciousness writing. Got a lot to get off my chest, you say? Maybe. Or maybe I just have this insatiable urge to put virtual pen to virtual paper and see what the fuck comes of it, I dunno. 

One of the reasons, I think, is that I was recently subscribed to, following, and religiously reading a blog by a former comic artist who used to have a syndicated comic strip in several underground rags of the early 1990s. The guy is homeless now and lives in the woods somewhere in or near Berkeley, California. He has cat friends and goes into town and just generally blogs about his simple life. I was enjoying his blog quite a bit until he expressed some pretty backward beliefs and opinions that were very transphobic, and I just decided to stop right there. He was even bitching about people calling him out on it on his Facebook account. I don't have time to read crap from old, hateful, intolerant motherfuckers. There are too many of those shitheads in everyday society. So I unfriended and unfollowed.

But while I was reading his blog, I would often feel like doing some writing myself. Blogging again, even. As the days and weeks wore on, the thought never quite seemed to leave me alone, and then one day I came across a Blogspot of someone I used to read regularly and decided to sign into my old Blogger account and launch a new Kopper's Korner. So here we are. If you're one of the few out there who might somehow be reading this, welcome (I guess?).

I'm not gonna promote this blog. Won't be sharing the link or going out of my way to tell people about it. The last time I tried to blog about shit I got called out by some keyboard warrior hiding behind his screen that a post I'd made about first discovering punk and/or new wave on the radio in St. Louis in the early '80s was "all about myself" or some such shit, as if a fucking PERSONAL WEBLOG is *not* all about one's self? I have a hunch or six about who I believe left that asinine comment and, suffice it to say, I can pretty much guarantee that they ain't a "friend" of mine on social media anymore (if they ever were to begin with), so fuck it. I'm going to get back into it and if anyone who discovers this tiny-ass spot on the Internet has any sort of problem with it or me posting about my own thoughts and experiences about shit, they can insert it firmly up their rear end. Bottom line: I don't care if you don't like me or what I write. Don't like it? Don't read it.