Hi. My name is Michael Casher and I'm a blog-a-holic.

Hi. My name is Michael Casher and I'm a blog-a-holic. I'm not sure if admitting that is the first step toward a recovery of some kind or just a proud proclamation of some sort. It doesn't matter. I don't blog (now it's a verb) because everybody's doing it. In fact, I'm the kind of person who avoids fads on principle so it's not that. And I don't blog to make money because I never made a dime blogging and don't expect to. So, it's not that, either.

If I made money blogging it'd just be a matter of time before some hospital or medical group billed me for all of it so I'd rather not tempt that kind of negative karma, thank you. And I don't really blog for fun because writing a blog and adding images and links and maintaining sidebars and footers and keeping them active and current and interesting is more of a pain in the ass than anything else. So it's not that.

OK, get ready for the real reason because if there ever was an admission that I hope is the first step toward recovery this is it. I blog for therapy. There, I said it. But, every now and then, I have some fun and sometimes I even have a ball blogging and, you guessed it, Think-A-Holic Lounge is my favorite blog to write. I just gave it a face lift this week and now it looks all spacey and exotic. My favorite blogs to write used to be Fred Fortune, Little Green Man from Mars and Think-A-Holic Lounge but the other two (along with Jonco Bugos and Random Retro Reviews of the 20th Century) got turned into a book called "The Four Bloggers of the Apocalypse" so I basically retired them but keep them "alive" with occasional new image posts or videos.

And you know what? Blogging for therapy is a lot better than running naked through the back yard and screaming, "Why me? Why me?"

All Blogged Out

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A Portrait of the Author as an Old Man

I was there and now I'm here.

Aging science fiction authors like me really don't need nine blogs to write. Not if they still want to keep writing science fiction novels. But here I am with yet another blog. Now, before you start making little tsking sounds of disapproval, let me explain.

Yesterday, Windows Live alerted me to the fact that my blog A Portrait of the Author as an Old Man would have to be transferred to WordPress or else deleted and that time was running out. So, naturally, I let them transfer it to WordPress. Then I found out that about half the old posts made no sense because they mentioned Science Fiction for Thinkers...at Windows Live, my Windows Live Space, which was no longer available. The only thing left at Windows Live was my profile and two photo albums and they looked pathetic and exiled without a blog to anchor them. So, I deleted them. Now I have nothing at Windows Live except an account I can't get rid of.

Then I discovered that blogging at WordPress was far too difficult and confusing for an old fart like me. So I deleted this blog there and started it all over again from scratch at Blogger because I forgot to save the old postings in a word document on my computer. Then I discovered that I couldn't delete my unwanted WordPress account, either. Hmmm. There ought to be a law.

Later, people, when I have something interesting to write about.