I, Byron Barnett, being of sound mind and body, do hereby begin this chronicle of my last three weeks in Arizona before I move to the Moon.

I, Byron Barnett, need to see a space-allergist. I just found out that the nasal spray I use here in Arizona (Nose-Floze) won’t work on the Moon.

I, Byron Barnett, just got back from my patrol of The Eleven Deadly Realms. Not sure if/how my forthcoming relocation to the Moon in 19 days will affect my interdimensional travel schedule.

I, Byron Barnett, am ready to talk about Moon-ghosts. 

I, Byron Barnett, am at odds with a certain robot.

I, Byron Barnett, am something of a poet.

I, Byron Barnett, needed my brother to draw me a picture of myself on the Moon.

I, Byron Barnett, am often available for conversations about rocket-ships.

I, Byron Barnett, just mailed another letter to Galactic Snacking Solutions.

I, Byron Barnett, would like to point out that three suitcases is sorta ridiculous.

I, Byron Barnett, am writing an article on the Ninth Dimension.