It's not what I planned.

I just wanted to make sure that's clear before we begin. It never is, of course. Well, Life never is, but it's a bit too early to start making big statements about life, isn't it?

What I was planning was simple enough, it's reality that got complicated. My fault, because that's what I was writing about. "The Red Fish Page No. 6: The Channel." Not a bad title. It was about a soap opera. As it turned out, it was about a soap opera. Too much so. But I'm just being grumpy. Okay, so maybe it'll be a little thin this time. It's not like anyone would care, right? let's begin. We'll start with a virtual room, made of zeroes and ones. There's a couch, a stereo system, and a small table with a fishbowl. Inside the fishbowl sits yours truly and talks. Right now, there is nobody else in the room, but that's going to change quite soon, probably. The room is called, for some pretty complicated reasons, #Ricci.

Ready? Let's go.