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Welcome to my blog!

So who am I? I am a parent, a husband, a gamer, and a nerd. I'm a Feminist. I am an unapologetic tree-hugger. My political leaning is more than a little to the Left.  Though this blog will largely deal with topics through the lens of my very Pagan worldview, I will likely touch on a wide variety of subjects with a generous dollop of obscure pop culture references (and the occasional bad pun).

Specifically, I have a goal: to one day be worthy of the name Gothi. If you're unfamiliar with the term, it's basically the accepted title for a priest of the Gods of the Norse Pagan pantheon. I've heard that if one can stand in a group of Heathens and claim the title and no one laughs, then you're good. It sounds simple in premise, but this is the "Religion with Homework." Simple isn't what we do. I don't expect this journey to ever truly end. (It's kind of an occupational hazard when you follow a God known as "The Wanderer.")

As for the name: I decided to be a bit cheeky and throw in multiple layers of meaning for the title of my little corner of the Internet.
Adventurous: This blog is nothing if not a risk, putting my name and words out into the world.
Git: I am a Gothi-In-Training -- just wise enough to know that I am in many things, still a child (or silly, or even incompetent). Also, I'm a programmer, so we've got some ogre-depth layers working in this title. Now, with all of that handled...Onward!

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