Proper Introductions

There is some debate here over whether I even need to post this. I could put most of this information in my profile or leak it in blogs. But then, I know some people (like me) who prefer to have all their ducks in a row.

Here, have some ducks.

My name is Joe.
Eruandil is a geeky translation of my name into a form of Tolkien's Elvish.
Eruandil's Ring is a reference to many things. I have a yin-yang obsession, I'm a martial artist, and I study swordsmanship. Most of these things involve a ring, a wheel, or a circle. Not only that, but I have always found the idea of a Ring of Power to be incredibly alluring. More geekiness. I'm going to stop comment on how geeky I am eventually, and will expect that if you are reading my blog, you either enjoy observing geeks in their natural habitat, or are a geek yourself.
To return to the subject, I find that my entire life is a combat ring, a wheel of balance, and a training ring, all at once. Therefore, what better name for my blog than something that is representative of my interests and perceptions.

I read a lot, that's what inspired me to become a writer. I have a tendency to watch movies and read books often upwards of hundreds of times apiece. I can't count how many times I've seen The Princess Bride. Enough to memorize it without trying.

So, I've gotten this far in this post on pure grit and brawn. I had to muscle my way through this, because of a simple fact:

I absolutely hate writing about myself. It causes writer's block like nothing else. And here I am, swinging a ten-pound figurative sledgehammer at this wall of writer's block and then my arms get tired and I notice there are clouds and one of them looks like a sandwich and that makes me hungry and I go make food and I come back to find this blank page staring at me, daring me to fill it with little black marks that have meaning. Now, I don't usually take dares, so instead I find a youtube song and talk to a couple friends on MSN and check my Facebook and watch my daughter play with some toys and then look back and it's staring at me like a puppy dog, saying "please, fill this emptiness" and I find that I am completely unable to fulfill this request because in the process of distracting myself from the menacing empty white I have completely lost the train of thought that was making me swing the ten pound figurative sledgehammer in the first place.

So I light some incense, find another youtube song, talk to my friends on MSN some more, and then write a tirade like the above

In conclusion, I immensely enjoy lighting incense with matches rather than a lighter; it adds the pleasant smell of burning wood and the pleasant-in-small-doses smell of burning phosphorus sesquisulfide and potassium chlorate to the smell of the incense.

If you want to know anything else about me, feel free to ask in the comments; I'll answer questions in a blog post later on, I'm sure.

Cheers, from Eruandil's Ring.