Well, I assumed you would.

It seems that within an hour of my first posting (thanks to my brilliant son Jonathan for helping me set this up) this weblog had attained over three hundred views despite the fact that I had only notified my immediate friends and family of the site’s existence. Of course, that number has continued to balloon since but a gentleman doesn’t need to gloat, not much anyway, so I shall keep that exact figure to myself until a later date.

While I give my new readers a chance to catch up on my first post regarding my trip to Canada during the last month, I will give you all some background information about myself and my family, in case you should find it useful in discovering all of the knowledge and perspective that an education in Samisotian adventures has to offer.

I graduated from the University of Berkeley in 1972 with a degree in something that I no longer care about (I won’t bore you with the details, except to say that I know everything about the subject at hand and eventually lost interest) and made my name known among my colleagues as the sort of person who didn’t waste time dabbling in silly “culture” scenes like hippies, communist revolutionaries, and the like – though I did vaguely sympathise with their cause. Eventually I moved on to bigger and better things, like exploring the Canadian wilderness in search of answers to ancient Native American myths about the true nature of the beaver, and other supposedly sacred mammals inhabiting the wondrous continent of North America.

In 1984, I discovered a special subspecies of beaver with very interesting qualities that I look forward to talking about on this weblog at a later time (I can’t yet spoil the surprise, but I can assure you that it is something that only someone of my intellectual caliber could stumble upon.) Following my acceptance into the scientific community as the leading specialist in beaver studies, I moved to Canberra, Australia, where I was offered a job as a professor at the world renowned University of Canberra. It was at this fine educational facility that I met my wife, Anita, who was chair of the board at the University until she felt compelled to resign thanks to the conflict of interest in serving in that position while concurrently being wooed by yours truly. We Samisotas only pick mates of the finest moral fibre.

This marriage was soon followed by the birth of our bright son Jonathan, in 1986. William followed in 1990, as well as a daughter in 1993.

I have taken the boys on many an expedition and the odd educational hunting trip, and we have been through many life-changing experiences together (and that is saying something, when one considers how stable and firm a personality I have). Yes, the extent of these experiences has been magnificent. Jonathan has likewise taken well to these experiences. We are still working on William, but there is hope for the boy yet. They are both well trained in first aid, and know everything one could possibly know about strategy and survival. I believe in a real first class education, not the sort you obtain from playing video games or reading books all day, whatever the less lucky kids are doing, but I can assure you that the boys have benefited immensely from the life I have given them.

Unfortunately, the forces of evil do – from time to time – try to give me a scare, perhaps to discourage the ground-breaking research I have conducted in regards to the genetic make-up of beavers (just to tease your appetites a little), which explains why I am the subject of constant tax audits as well as personal attacks questioning my very sound credentials including my degree from the University of Berkeley, which only I would be able minded enough to receive in such a short span of time.

Nevertheless, I have withstood these unprincipled displays of ignorance and will continue to present the truth wherever it reveals itself to me, and I feel it is my calling to relay this life-transforming information to my humble readers. This is why I will continue to, in the face of tax audits and politically motivated attacks, write about my adventures on this very weblog. The numbers don’t lie – what I have here is a following in the making. If you are ready to open your eyes, you will stick with this site. The content that I will post here in the coming weeks and months will be nothing like you have ever seen, and unlike other people purporting to know everything about the world, I won’t be asking for a monetary donation. In fact, I refuse to even let you have my bank details. I’m rich enough already.

A special thank-you goes out to visitor no. 317, who stopped by exactly one hour after my Canadian Adventure post was published. You are part of something big, my friends, something that will rock the establishment. There’s a new world coming, folks, and you better be ready.