The first thing I'll reveal may shock you: There is no actual Myron Yeats. That's right; he's a construct, a figment, a glitch in the Matrix. A cat's paw, if you will. The Mouth of Sauron. Sarah Palin. You get the idea. You may need to sit down awhile. I'll wait.
So consider this blog inaugurated (inblogurated?). I'll cook up some meaty posts posthaste.