Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Back from the Future

No, I don't have a hover board, and unless I can't find the right switch, my clothes do not dry themselves. In fact, I could've used that feature just a few hours ago when I spilled all over myself.


What I actually mean is that after several weeks (ok, months) (fine, years) away from this blog, I have a renewed commitment to continued confabulation (of course I used Thesaurus.com). Yes, though you suckers are stuck reading my seemingly useless babble, writing fills a hole that has been vacant for some time. So suck it up and take one for the team. Or don't. See if I care. (I do, oh how I do...)

I can't promise any committed regularity or schedule, nor do I expect that anyone will be glued to their computers anticipating the next post with the dedication and enslavement of a 1996 tween with headgear and a middle-part bowl cut on a Friday night (not me) (ok, me).


Regardless, I hope to address any number of topics; some serious, others not-so-much, and probably everything in between.
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Basically, you're getting me. You should know that going into this. If you don't like that (7th-grade Ryan Kleinman, I'm thinking of you) then you certainly don't have to read on. You should know, however, that I'm on the brink of some really cool discoveries, and you may want to get in on the ground floor. Hint: