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…two of my favorite things.
Whilst the odds are slim that you’ll find me lounging on the beach in my Speedos after work this afternoon, you can bet your sweet bottom that I won’t miss The Living End at the HOB in Hollywood tonight
... and so, here I am again. Five months later, and with nothing exceptionally new to share, I am back on the blog 'screen'...
Kinda funny, this little sabatical of mine. I can't honestly say that I got a lot accomplished in my absence. I mean, I was only absent from the blog 'o sphere, it's not like I got to take a real vacation. (ha! not funny) Of course, even before I 'left', I'm pretty sure I was getting to the point where it was probably darn hard to tell if I was still posting coherent thoughts, or accidental interludes from my sleep-wake days. I haven't checked the archives, and I'd rather not, but I'm pretty sure the last few months consisted of nothing more than spastic quips or snarled half-thoughts.
Half-thoughts.
My specialty, of course.
So, to what do we owe this lovely 'return', of sorts?? Well, I'll tell you. But the answer isn't to what, it's to whom. And that whom is a one, Mr. Short Bus himself, …I give you Mr. Jim S. everybody:
So, here’ the story: Sad as it is, my departure did not stem from a case of writer's block. No, my creative abilities atrophied many, many years back... I think I first noticed the numbness during my second year of college (aka: enginerd school). In fact, my absence stemmed from a lack in technical ability, and/or capability (i.e. i might have been capable, had I been able to suck-up a bit of discipline to learn the code-of-the-geek) to fight the powerful, evil forces, SPAM, that had taken control of my site.
Alas, being the kind man as he is, Jim took interest in my pathetic circumstance, and with no commissioning, begging, or bribing on my part, took it upon himself to learn the code-of-the-geek to fix my broken server... thusly, rocketing me back into the blog-o-sphere. gee Jim, did I forget to tell you thanks?? … no guilt here on my part. None whatsoever. Nope, I’m not feeling any pressure to squeeze out this pathetic post tonight… nope… please God, let this end soon.
Ok... this rambling has gone on too far… 1,2,3… thanks Jim S.
But before I go… I have a little bit of advise for you kiddies out there… for anyone considering accepting the kind help from someone (such as Jim S) just remember that once you've relinquished your password, anything's possible. Anything. Like tomorrow afternoon, when I come home to find a horny Indian waiting in bed for my fictional wife… I won’t be surprised one bit.
Thanks again Jim.
testing 1, 2, 3... testing 1, 2, 3...
