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  <title>Debut</title>
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  <description>I now have a Dreamwidth journal, which I shall be using as a more personal platform for blogging, and so forth. Expect everything from music reviews to much-too-informational updates on my lousy health to all manner of tomfoolery and linguistic legerdemain. I&apos;ve been in a voluble mood lately--perhaps because, being jobless and, indeed, seemingly unhireable anywhere--so followers may find their RSS feeds, &amp;quot;reading&amp;quot; pages, and suchlike swamped with Pegritzian text of a singularly verbose nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, in essence, quite literally a reboot of my old LiveJournal...uhhh, journal. I&apos;ve stopped using that service because, basically, since I stopped paying for all the freebies and whatnot, &lt;strike&gt;the Russian mob&lt;/strike&gt; the folks who run the site have rendered the experience unbearable with their goddamned ads, instability, and assorted other chicanery. I may someday port that journal&apos;s content over here, just so it isn&apos;t lost, but that journal was strictly friends-only, being of an intensely personal nature, and until I can drag it over here and slap it behind a privacy wall, I&apos;m content to just let it sit there and bit-rot. I&apos;m a much different person since I was then, and no longer have any cares about such bullshit as &amp;quot;privacy.&amp;quot; I certainly don&apos;t want the crap I spouted there to be publicly accessible--I don&apos;t think anyone in their right mind would care to read it in the first place--but, in the interest of providing for future biographers and/or eulogists and/or personality reconstruction engineers, I&apos;m not going to simply delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here I am. Come find me.&lt;br type=&quot;_moz&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=derekcfpegritz&amp;ditemid=502&quot; width=&quot;30&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; alt=&quot;comment count unavailable&quot; style=&quot;vertical-align: middle;&quot;/&gt; comments</description>
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  <lj:music>The Asteroids Galaxy Tour, &quot;The Shine Ain&apos;t Shining No More&quot;</lj:music>
  <lj:mood>lethargic</lj:mood>
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