Children of the 80's, remember when the writing for Dallas went way off the deep end and they killed off Bobby, the saintly brother to J.R., and then spent an entire season trying to explain it, only to start the next season by having his wife wake up from the dream to find that he was in the shower?
Shower's over, baby. I'm back.
I am resuming the blog effective immediately, with the following governing principles.
True to form, I'm going to pretty much write what I am thinking about when I sit to the keyboard. I don't have time to plot series', host forums or that sort of thing. For what you pay, it's a good service. No whining.
I am opening the comments but will probably bounce more than I actually post. Mostly because I can. Search the constitution. Commenting is not an inalienable right.
Be it understood that if we are friends in the analog world, then reading my blog in the digital world does not constitute keeping in touch. In fact, if you know me but your only connection is through the blog, that is decidedly creepier than people who don't know me reading the blog. Pick up the phone. But pull over to the side of the road first.
Blog on, peeps. Talk at you tomorrow.