Saturday, March 2, 2013


I’m not sure what word – or more accurately what sound (such as accompanies an emerging butterfly) should signal the return of this slumbering blogger.  Seriously, this is the supercilious crap that I've been thinking about recently.  I mean it! If you could somehow interview my brain, you will know that this (figuring out how to restart) has been holding up the return to the blog –how do I restart this thing after going underground for 5 months?  Where are all the grand adventures?  Where are the wittily-crafted, pithy observations on human nature?  (Um, are you sure you are returning to the correct blog?)

Okay, so enough of this verbal constipation.  I have remained on the sidelines for too long and I’m just now rounding back into some sort of form (as we like to say just before the Masters. i.e.  His game is really rounding into form heading into Augusta…)  Footnote to this paragraph – I HAVE NO IDEA whether I used i.e. properly, or if I should have used e.g.  Please try not to hold this transgression against the author.  Any errors, real, imagined, or intentional are the sole responsibility of [Insert Laptop Sponsor’s name here].  Oh, wait.  Good idea on the corporate link, but as I re-read that sentence, I should think I’d be better off introducing my new sponsor [so-and-so] in a much better fashion.  Our copywriting department is working on that now.  Please stand by for updates.

But enough with the preliminaries!!!  I’m back and I’m, well, back.  You know.

So, sit back, relax and grab an adult beverage (only those old enough AND responsible enough should consume alcoholic beverages – PSA) and enjoy these ramblings through an imperfect world.

It’s a world where weird shit keeps on happening, whether I’m sitting here on my patio, or hiking in the high desert.  It’s moving, writing, thinking, resolving, moving, painting, deciding, doubting, doing, sitting.  I guess you’d say it’s ‘living.’  We all do it, and, thankfully, we all do it differently.  That’s what makes it so darn interesting. 

I’m ending this here tonight.  Wow –sounds like I’m breaking up with my laptop or something!??!  Wait – I could replace it with a better one from [Ta da! – New corporate sponsor]  LOL

Ouch.  Okay, I realize I just wrote LOL.  Please, please, hold your bombastic rants about how texting has set back the English language a hundred years AND communication back another 200!  I get that already.  No, this is a tacit admission that occasionally in the interest of authenticity or slang (or perhaps just to appear young, hip, and cool), I may use an acronym or some euphemism to emphasize said hipness.  Get over it.  Or, shut the front door.  Oooh.  I’m trotting out the big guns now.  Be careful, though - you don’t want to use up all your firepower on the first night.  

What’s that?  Oh, the mouthpiece from my corporate sponsor just leaned in and asked for a re-write on the fifth sentence of the foregoing paragraph (the uptight asshole even asked to be credited as an editor).  That does it!  This blog will and shall remain – at least where the department of redundancy department is concerned – forevermore sponsorship free!  We shall now return you to today’s irregularly scheduled brain dump.

So, I may no longer be on the road – physically – but I remain on the ever-elusive road to mental health. 
  
More to follow.  Peace.

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