It's begun...

And in it's beginning, I feel I would be remiss not to mention where it came from and where it's going. (I know it's probably cliche, but humor me -- I'm tired, and being cliche is always a problem for me when tired).

If you know me well, you're aware of my dreams to make the world see itself in terms of my small, but bizarre perspective -- to really experience the madness the way I have (and do). This is why the Roast Beef Concern is necessary.

My father inspired the original Concern, which was imagined as a quarterly publication, with fretting over a Twin Kiss roast beef dinner near the sink in the outdated kitchen of his ranch-style home. I labored over whether this should ultimately remain the Quarterly Roast Beef Concern, but I settled on dropping the "Quarterly" because I don't want to hold myself to any restricting schedules. What can I say? I'm a free wheeler, baby.

As for where this is going? Well, once again, if you know me well, you're pretty much sure this isn't going anywhere. And I can't guarantee that I'll write any more than what you're reading now, but if I do...it's going to be freaking GREAT!