Hi there. How's it going? It's been a long time.
Since the last post, the one dated December the 17th, much has happened while nothing has happened. For example, I started A Tale of Two Cities, an epic feat indeed. This proves much is happening, but I haven't finished it yet, so that proves the nothing-has-happened part.
Then there's humanity. I was just now sitting here, basking in the glow of a terrific day, when it occurred to me that much of humanity bothers the holy snot out of me. Then it occurred to me that this humanity, with which bothers the holy snot out of me, is here for entertainment. It sure is. All I have to do is watch.
Then there's this cold 'n flu situation that I've been fighting. Perhaps the true origin of my holy snot is related to my hovering cold 'n flu situation. Perhaps it's not humanity, as was blamed above. Being as I go to church most Sundays, my snot has to be holy. It just has to be. So that's where the holy in "holy snot" comes from.
Then there's this blog. All sorts of things are happening; things that belong in memoriam for all time and infinity. But here's the deal: somewhere along the line I've become reserved. Conventional. Diffident. Prim. And Solitary. It's as if I care what people think now. That is no fun at all.
It's time to bring back the unconventional, the wacky, and the undies-in-an-uproar over something just because you can! I want to be snarky again. I want to make fun of myself. I want to make fun of you. I want to get rid of serious.
Am I serious about much of humanity bothering me? Not really. Humanity is good. We all know that. The grass-roots core of most folks radiates a glowy glow. It's the need to get serious about fringe crap that is annoying. Enough with the serious. I want to bitch and moan without it becoming serious.
Speaking of bitch and moan. I got a bitchin' moan.