Getting That Old Thang Back

So...

I originally thought I'd just come back and spill my guts, be as honest as possible and just open up. While I have no problem with doing that, I'm not sure how I feel about putting things on a forum as public as this. So I'll paraphrase and if anyone has any questions, I'm definitely able to discuss via email, phone or telegraph.

- My current work schedule has more to do with my not writing than anything else, as I go from 10-7 and don't really feel like being around a computer after spending my entire day staring at one.

- Turning 28 (yikes!) has intensified the whatintheworldamidoingwithmylife!? inner monologue. I don't like to sound like a broken record, so I haven't written about such things.

- The age thing has also increased my desire to patch up the holes in the holes in ship, to put more than a band-aid on the old wounds. It's made me want to seek genuine healing, which is something with which I'm not incredibly familiar. I should have a relatively large update on that front within the next week or so.

So yes. I'm moving in the right direction with some things and figuring out how to move in the right direction with some other things.

No more "365" but I'll still try to be as consistent as I can. I just ask for some patience and understanding if I'm not.

Where I've Been

Well, not here. I'll elaborate more in just a little bit.

BRB.

An excerpt

The sun was particularly mean that day. On second thought, it could have been the humidity. The air was so thick, I could feel my body ready to drip with every movement I made. Seemed like she could feel it too. I looked over at her perfect face, the one with the kind eyes that would dance like fireflies in an autumn dusk and the lips that seemed to ooze nectar they were so sweet. There were a few tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead, just between her eyebrows, despite the fact that we were just sitting and watching the wind turn the thickly covered hillside into waves of color. I took my thumb and gently cast the perspiration aside. She thanked me and the wind blew her hair over her face. As she pulled it away, I leaned in closer and saw sparks in her eyes. My lips pressed against hers and I saw them too.

Who Dat!?

Congrats to the Saints for getting the job done in Super Bowl XLIV.
I'll write more about it tomorrow, but they kept fighting and bent but
didn't break against the best QB of the time, Peyton Manning. Well
done guys. Let's hope this success will spur further recovery from
Hurricane Katrina. Entire blocks are still vacant.

Let's fill them up.

Sent from my iPhone

The Peacock vs. The Rooster

For years I've been a fan of NBC programming.

Before I even knew what it was, I was watching its shows. Over the
years, it's given me Frasier and Friends, The Office and 30 Rock; not
to mention SNL and my favorite comedy series of all time, Seinfeld. To
be sure, I've loved watching it.

My most "meaningful" show, though would have to be Late Night with
Conan O'Brien. It was by far my favorite talk show and was the viewing
material for many a late-night 203 sighting. It was Conan's hop that
we mimmicked, his string dance that we laughed at, his stupid skits
that we joked about the next day.

So you can imagine my joy when I heard he was taking over The Tonight
Show for the unfunny 'comedian' known as Jay Leno. Not only would he
get more coverage, but it wouldn't be so late, which is always a plus.
I stay up late; I shouldn't feel like I have to.

Then came the news on Monday that because Leno's show stunk so bad,
the clever execs decided to move him back to 11:35 and try to bump
Conan to 12:05. How is it The Tonight Show if it comes on the next
day? It's automatically invalid. It's bad enough that Jay couldn't
just leave on the terms by which he'd agreed so they felt the need to
undercut Conan and give him his own show.

Now they're doing it again. They are idiots, these NBC executives. So
afraid to let go of their old, tired horse, their mismanagement of the
situation has cost them their thoroughbred.

Conan is more likely than not to be leaving to who knows where. The
only thing I know is that whatever channel he winds up on, I'll be
there to watch. Because what NBC failed to realize was that it's not
the person pulling the trigger that makes a gun so dangerous, it's the
bullet within the gun. How are they going to do any damage shooting
with blanks?

Heat Wave

Back when it was starting to get chilly (or consistently into the
40s), one of my coworkers told me the day would come when I prayed for
40 degrees.

I laughed it off, knowing how cold it was going to get, but also
holding the mindset that I could get through it without that much of a
problem.

Now, 17 straight days of sub-freezing temps completed, I can
understand what my coworker was talking about.

It's supposed to be 35 degrees in a couple days and I'm pretty
excited. Honestly, I'm just fired up at the potential that the ice on
my winshield wipers might finally melt.

Pere et Roi

Dear Father,

How have you been? It feels like forever since I wrote you; I'm sorry for that. On the bright side, we've still been talking just as much as before. I hope You think that's more important than whether or not I write you letters on my blog. I think it is, so I feel good about that. These last couple of years have been so strange, haven't they? Well, they probably aren't to You. I mean, You know the end of the story, so You know why everything had to happen the way it did whereas I'm still trying to figure it out. I love jigsaw puzzles -- especially the big, difficult ones -- but this has been stumping me. I know You know better than I do, though, so don't worry. I'm still trusting You.

Since this is still the beginning of this year, I just thought I'd write and ask you for one thing here, maybe a few others in private. Please help me to become the man You want me to be. I know a lot of that is up to me too and I'm working on that. But I also know that You can move mountains and change climates and affect things like no other, so I just thought I'd ask you for some help too. I know they aren't the same, but still. You know me. :)

So yes, that is all. I hope Your year is wonderful as well. I'll make sure I can do whatever I can to help make it a good one.