I am alive!

Indeed, This posting does not come from beyond the grave.  Though if I were dead, the first thing my ghostly self would not be doing would be to hop on this blog and churn out a Pulitzer nominee.

So, Terry is correct.  I need to get back into the writing side of things.  But if you have followed this blog for any amount of time, you would see that...wait for it...

I am the worst blogger this side of New York.

There you have it.  This blogging takes some serious time, chops, ideas, and worst of all, motivation.  It is a funny thing, to have to conjure up motivation to do a hobby.  Jeesh, if all hobbies required such devotion, would there be any repose from the dredges of organized employment?

Before you go thinking I am retiring from blogging, think again.  The fact is, blogging is fun, albeit challenging.  But who stands down in the face of a challenge?  My dilemma is that blogging sometimes reminds me of work.  Not that it is work, but rather, that it reminds me of my job.

Your Memory Sucks

What if everything you thought you knew wasn't exactly true or accurate? What if your recollection of past events are merely pieces of a puzzle put together by your brain upon your request? Are memories only the memories of our memories? How the hell does your brain remember anything in the first place? These are all things I think about. Welcome to my nightmare. 

From: If my brain were an imaginary friend

More after the jump...

Dear Terry

Terry,

Let me begin by saying that I meant no harm in asking you where you've been on the blog front. I couldn't help but notice that you hadn't posted recently, so I thought it warranted a simple text. I wouldn't call it chastisement, but Ok, I'll bite. 

The text read, "Been a while since you posted on the blog, partner. What's the haps?"

Terry responded, "Time..."

"Besides," he continued, "I think I should put more effort into quality not just regularity. Regularity is more of a biological function."

With this I did not disagree, and I could sense his frustration. I then made some crack about "shitting out some slop on a regular basis", and apparently that's where I went wrong. The conversation then degraded into more toilet humor provided by me, but the damage had already been done.  I meant nothing by it and certainly didn't mean to call you out. If I would have wanted to do that I would have done it in a blog post. ;)

I understand that you have limited time to devote to your desired craft. You are involved in more stuff with more people than I can understand. I, too, have been extensively working on some posts and that I am also focusing on quality over quantity. While I am busy as well, my time is taken up by only one or two people and I still only have one career, whereas you have several and several. I only asked you what you've been up to on the blog because I enjoy your so-called "drivel", and I believe our other reader does, as well. It is worth noting that "drivel" was your word, not mine. I believe my word was "slop". 

Whichever word you choose to remember, I want you to know that your posts on the blog are wonderfully written and especially fun to read and this blog would not exist without you. 

When you do have time to write here or wherever else you choose, know that your words are relished and appreciated by everyone they reach.