Ooh! A blog post!! Yay me!

Not that it’s really like riding a bike; I’ve had the urge to write building in me for ages now, and finally, here it comes. Of course, this is not the thing that I thought I’d be writing about. A couple of weeks ago, you see, there was this woman in purple satin pants and a leopard-print coat. I had this whole thing about things you just don’t wear. And it was totally going to expand into this thing about things you just shouldn’t do generally, particularly in New York. But then, you see, it turned into nothing. And the idea sat there in my phone, waving to me forlornly, saying “Write me! Write me!”

Of course, that didn’t work. The idea was horrible. And without the full on visual (the pants were shiny! The coat was fur-y!), the thing really can’t be written. It definitely doesn’t write itself.

So…I’m going to try to be back. Not let it be such a big obligation, worry, etc. Just write, like I used to. Maybe there will be cool rockstar stories, if I actually get any.

At any rate, it’s been almost a year, and I suck. But… I can tell you that in the last month, my site’s been hacked twice, which made me try to reinstall Movable Type 3.34 (which I finally figured out by my lonesome, but damn was that hard), and I bought S a brand spanking new Hot Wife t-shirt from Dad Gone Mad (Sorry, Danny, but she doesn’t really want to take the picture. That’s just the way she is).

So, uh… that’s it for now. More soon…er than later. But no promises. Can’t do that.