Well-.... um.....who exactly are you again?

I could've waited a few days and gone for an even month, but....Since i am linked to exciting and prestigous blogs written by exciting and prestigous people, I am beginning to feel a little bit of pressure to be, well...a little more exciting. And prestigous. And while that IS a fantastic shot of my cat plotting world domination in his (very pretty) Hood of Doom, it is not, perhaps, as rivetting as it was a month ago.
My sincere apologies. I...have let you all down. I am ashamed. BUT! there is good news! That's right - I.... am raising my game. I am striking a fatal blow to the vile beating heart of blog procrastination. I have nothing brilliant to say. I am tired. I am sick. I am riddled with crippling insecurities. But i am writing anyway.

I have excuses.

I have been busy. Some of it has been the good kind of busy. Some of it has been the "I'm huddled in a corner shivering because i have a fever, it hurts to stand, swallow or breathe , and my throat feels like i've been drinking shredded metal and bits of broken glass" kind of busy. That second kind gets to be less and less fun after a few weeks.

If those exist for whom this blog is the sole source of information about my life(!)...you may not know i have a job. Well, another one. It is grand. Perhaps i will have something witty and brilliant to say about that later.

I am working with my Childhood Friend Eric, and my Slightly-Post-Childhood friend Jason. That is grand, nostalgic, and weird all at the same time. Perhaps i will have something witty and brilliant to say about that, too. Something thoughtful and poignant, no doubt.

The great thing about "perhaps" is that it completely absolves me of any definite promises. Perhaps i will post again soon.



Oh,and check out my new links. Photos, people!

And very cool new people.

Person.

You get the idea.

Here’s an interesting cultural experience for you: Go to a downtown Denny’s at 8 O’clock on Christmas Eve. For one, the place is packed like a glistening oasis of food-serving establishment in a vast desert of unlit “open signs”. Quite a cross section of humanity. Multi-generational families in suits and their Sunday best, fresh out of a candle-lit service somewhere. Tables of young punks skipping out on family gatherings. Sullen young couples. A gigantic, brooding African man who’s been sitting alone staring at the wall for the last 15 minutes. The guy across from me with a coffee, a newspaper, and a hospital band on his wrist. Guy with a beer and a cellphone, texting away and looking forlorn. Missing someone. One manic waitress, repeating “I quit” over and over in her head. So many stories. Why are the Young couples sullen? Its Christmas eve, and he took her to Denny’s. You do the math. We all have our reasons for being here.