The first part of the ingenius gentleman Ninjoe Inkrefiner of Santa Fe.

Prologue:

Without my swearing to it you can believe that I would like this blog, the child of my understanding, to be the most beautiful, the most brilliant, and the most discreet, that anyone could imagine. But I have not been able to contravene the natural order; in it like begets like. So what could my barren, poorly cultivated wits beget but the history of a child who is dry, whithered, capricious and filled with inconstant thoughts never imagined by anyone else.

Why would any reader want to read my stories and musing and sarcastic observations is beyond my power of discernment. I am like one knight errant whose stories are boring yet he recounts them to his friends as if they are clever and witty.

Please ignore the faults you will find in my writing. I consider myself intelligent yet things so trivial and easy to remedy have the power to absorb and perplex an intelligence such as mine. This does not have it’s origins in lack of skill but an excess of laziness. I envy the well read, eruidite and eloquent men and hope that one day I will be able to write sonnets and epigrams a plenty to fill an about page and baptize them with whatever name I want. Until that day comes I will just borrow someone elses.

Ninjoe is : not single and not looking
Ninjoe listens to : music