Stare Into Space

Meet the new blog, same as the old blog

Posted on | December 31, 2008 | 15 Comments

It’s new and yet it’s not… Well, it is… Kind of.

Welcome to Stare Into Space.

All new domain name.  All new, and completely original, look (see how it sparkles).  Same old dull content.  I am style above substance; form above function.  I am the lipstick on the pig.

Basically, my old blog was of a bygone era.  An era where I was anonymous and whinging about my day job.  Not actually having that (or, strictly speaking, any) job now, I have no further need of anonymity.  Quite the opposite – now I want people to know who I am.  To that end, I came out, so to speak, on my old blog a while back and, as I try to get people to take me a little more seriously at this writing lark, I began to feel a little embarrassed by my old blog’s name.  I didn’t really want to have to mutter ‘Jimmy Page’s Trousers‘ under my breath when people (and by that I mean important people who might give me money one day) asked for email addresses or the like.

So, I did what anyone would do when a good and loyal friend is considered ‘uncool’ by the in-crowd – I pretended I didn’t actually know Jimmy Page’s Trousers and went off with the cool kids to smoke and drop rocks from the overpass.  Sure, I felt a pang of guilt but, you know, they had beer.

Jimmy Page’s Trousers is no more. From now on, when people think of Gerry Hayes, they will think of staring into space.  Pretty apt really.

I’d really appreciate it anyone who linked to could update their sites, links, blogrolls, or whatever to link to

Also, you can click the subscribe icon (if you have one) in your browser’s address bar or click here to subscribe to new posts in your favourite RSS reader/aggregator thing.

Comments and suggestions are (genuinely) welcomed.  There will be some more tweaking of things that vex me with the design, so feel free to add to the list.  Really.

Thanks everyone.


Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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