Let's Try This Again, Shall We?

Today, I have decided to start over. I am going to blog again, but with a different mindset to it. With a new outlook. Now, the new blog (much like the previous two) is not going to be what one would call "Helpful" but hopefully you will find it enjoyable.
As you have noticed, there is a new link to my blog. If you haven't noticed, then man, I have been away a lot longer than I thought! But, I continue. The new link, as seen, is crossourfingers.blogspot.com in the hopes that this will be more successful. Or, I'll cross my fingers that it will be. And the name is now Third Time's the Charm. I tried blogging two previous times, yet it never really got anywhere.
And so we start again.
Now, what exactly is the point of the blog? I do things. I already do things, you do things, we all do things. But I do different things, I've found. Funny little pranks have worked my way into my mind, and I find that if I post them on the internet for other people's enjoyment, that means they are not selfish, and therefore, are not bad. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I also plan to post the bits of my novel when they come around.
If you once read this blog, chances are you're reading it again. Also, if you read this blog, you probably got the first "Chapter" of what I affectionately called a novel.
Forget that. That is never to see the light of day again. I pretend I lost the document, and I'm going to continue telling everybody and myself that it is lost whenever anybody starts questioning me about what happened to the thing. It is never to see the light of day, not now, not then, not ever. It might be in my closet, in a drawer, in a folder, in a box, with a lock, under a blanket, buried in knick knacks. It might be in a landfill somewhere. Bits might be under a google documents folder, buried in other documents, and it is the single one entitled "Thing". It might be any of these. It is probably all of these. You'll never know, because the thing was complete trash and I loved it too much to realize that it would never amount to anything because the plot was so thin and underdeveloped and I had no clue what I was doing. So there.
But my novel which will, hopefully, not end up like the junk I wrote when I was 11 is not the point. The point is /you/. What do you want to see in this blog? See the poll over there? If I haven't put you to sleep over here, then I'd very much like you to answer the poll. If you have already, you win a cookie. Or go feed the fish over there. Do something to please yourself.
But, I've written too much. Expect things from this blog. I want this one to last.