fWell, this is a new beginning for the good ole' blog. It's been several months since my last post, I know. This strange fucking world has a way of pulling me from the mundane, tward the hysterical. I'm not saying blogging is mundane. Just a bit stationary. The pleasure I get from blogging is mysterious to me. It could be the self-centered part of my ego, reaching out to let others "care" about me. Or it could be the self-satisfaction of creating a lasting piece of text that can (and will) float around in cyberspace for the rest of eternity. That's what we call the future folks, get fucking used to it. Time doesn't slow down. Time never hiccups. It continues indefinately with or without you. Deep.
Speaking of hysterical. Read This. Tell me what you think. It's the first story in a series I will be writing about the household. Possibly a television idea? Screen Play material? We'll see.
hIt's cold in Ohio. My hands are cold. My toes are cold. My circulation is insuficient (especially at 31 degrees). Ohio weather gets me down. 60 one day, 35 the bext. You can't make this shit up folks. Ohio is spinning the Wheel of Fortune and hit bankrupt. Bankrupt.
t Right now I'm listening to song number 8 (house of cards) on In Rainbows the new album from Radiohead. What makes the album different from others out there is Radiohead released it independently. This allows the band to charge whatever they want for it. Fans can purchase the album online or (now) in stores. I paid 6 dollars for mine. (fucking rightous).