Hi, I'm Bobby Glovehead.

Who?

What?

Why in hell?

All good questions.

First, as you read above, I am a man who wears a glove on his head. Why? Well, why not? I started doing it some time in the eighties, on a whim, just for kicks, and it just felt...right. It caused some confusion and bemusement among others, but it never bothered me. I just accepted that I was meant to go through life wearing a glove on my head, and everyone else could think what they liked. I do not have a photo of myself at this time, but trust me, I wear the glove everywhere. Publicly, privately, even in bed. I am Bobby Glovehead, after all.

Where did I come from? And where have I been since my brief not-quite-heyday 20+ years ago? I'm not going to get into that. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, and as a certain hockey mom says, there's no point in dwelling on the past. All I will say is, the world changed, and I was driven underground. If you choose to take that literally, you may or may not be wrong. Anyway, there just wasn't a place for me anymore.

So why am I back now? Well, I've been plotting a comeback ever since I became aware of this whole internet thing. I mean, really. This is a place where stuff like pictures of cats with hilariously misspelled captions are not only accepted, but celebrated. A little thing like a guy with a glove on his head seems perfectly normal in this context. Plus there's porn. Lots and lots of porn. I'm home.

And now, my long road back to obscurity begins with this blog. What am I going to write about? You know, I'm not sure. I made my name, such as it was, in news, so I'll probably be talking about that some. There's an election in Canada tomorrow, and of course Obama v. McCain next month. And all that stock market stuff that I never bothered to get my head around. Sports are always interesting. Pop culture...maybe, but only if there's something interesting to be said, not this whole TMZ/E!/The Hills bullshit. I'm not sure if I believe that there's such a thing as a soul, but I am sure that if there is, that vapid tabloid crap is poisonous to it

And hey, maybe I'll even write about gloves once in a while. For someone who wears one on his head, I've never really thought all that much about them. Perhaps I should delve into the subject. Who knows what kind of fascinating things there are to be learned about handwear? Let me take a quick look at Wikipedia... Hybrid of glove and mitten, you say? Riveting.

So, in summation, Bobby G's back, he's got stuff to say, the world will tremble at his brilliant revelations, and they aren't making as many gloves as they used to in Gloversville, New York.

I think that's a good start.