Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Back in the Saddle Again
The obligatory first blog post, wherein I tell you all either A.) how great it is to be back; B.) how much I've missed blogging; or C.) what in the holy hell happened to me in late 2001 that made me give this up on the brink of taking over the world.
Sure, hell. I've got time.
A.) Yeah. It's great to be back. Thanks to Mike Jasper for lighting a fire under my perfectly-formed, 6-minute-miling ass. This will be fun.
B.) No, I'd be bullshitting. Blogging is information pollution. My father has a blog. My nephew has a blog. He's four. No, I won't give you the link but I might post excerpts, here. Thanks to bloggers, trying to do any sort of actual research on the Internet (it is a research tool, people) is now the equivalent of going to the library and finding that high-school mash notes have been jammed between every page of every book. I know, I know: I gnashed my teeth and vowed never to become part of the problem again. And yet, here we are. Chalk up one more for the incorrigible capriciousness of purpose.
C.) Nope. Still a matter of national security until I'm advised otherwise. But I'm back, now. And I vow to not get into politics on this blog; you're gonna have to get me drunk. And that's all I'm gonna say on that.
So here it is, 2009. Pacific Northwest. It's raining sideways. My band has been offered a record deal. Not much has changed in all this time. See that? You missed nothing.
Sure, hell. I've got time.
A.) Yeah. It's great to be back. Thanks to Mike Jasper for lighting a fire under my perfectly-formed, 6-minute-miling ass. This will be fun.
B.) No, I'd be bullshitting. Blogging is information pollution. My father has a blog. My nephew has a blog. He's four. No, I won't give you the link but I might post excerpts, here. Thanks to bloggers, trying to do any sort of actual research on the Internet (it is a research tool, people) is now the equivalent of going to the library and finding that high-school mash notes have been jammed between every page of every book. I know, I know: I gnashed my teeth and vowed never to become part of the problem again. And yet, here we are. Chalk up one more for the incorrigible capriciousness of purpose.
C.) Nope. Still a matter of national security until I'm advised otherwise. But I'm back, now. And I vow to not get into politics on this blog; you're gonna have to get me drunk. And that's all I'm gonna say on that.
So here it is, 2009. Pacific Northwest. It's raining sideways. My band has been offered a record deal. Not much has changed in all this time. See that? You missed nothing.
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