God, its been a long time. Oh god. Now that I've pulled a Neil Young and lost almost all my fans, its time to start inching back into the world.

You may ask, "where have you been?" or "why did you stop posting?". That is, if you exist. I have no answer. Or rather, I have no single concise answer. More, importantly, why would I post now? Well, it took Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise to shake me out of my stupor and comment again. More on that later.

Probably the biggest reason I wasn't posting was that I didn't enough time to do it at work anymore. And I couldn't very easily post from home either due to fatigue, housework, and baby responsibilities. However, had I really been inspired, I probably would've figure out some way to post. And I was NOT inspired.

I just started seeing so many blogs and so many people and so much crazy shit that I couldn't reasonably come up with anything I wanted to say. Oh, did I mention that I got seriously depressed during the winter? That had something to do with it too. Yeah, the depression really muddles my brain. Its so hard to write anything sensible or otherwise readable when I'm depressed.

Its kind of a shame in a way. A lot of stupid stuff happened during my hiatus. Terri Shiavo, Michael Jackson trial, more Iraq silliness, Pope death fun, etc... On the other hand, everything was so heated and stupid, that I was a little relieved to not be commenting on any of these matters. Not that anyone cares, but sometimes its just easier to not turn my jumble of opinions into "statements". Eh....

Basically, I'm back now, but it will be different. Or maybe not. I just had to resurface though to state that I think its complete bullshit that Katie Holmes is dating Tom Cruise. No wonder Dawson didn't stand a chance. Fucking Tom Cruise! Risky Business, etc... So thats what it take to win the virginal love of America's Sweetheart? You have to be, uh, the number one grossing male movie star of the past quarter century. If she had let that be known, say 8 years ago, no one would give a shit about her. Good ol' Joey, climbing in through the window. She could be (but wasn't) anyone's gal pal to unrequitedly lust over. OH, but HOW unrequited it WAS. For shame, for shame....

See you folks soon.