We Were Bashing Our Brains Out on a Kitchen Cabinet. It Was a Televised Crucifixion.

Well hello there. I thought I'd revisit the blog since that's what all the cool kids are doing.

I must admit, there are times when I wonder why I keep this baby open. I mean, my posts here are sporadic at best, and when they do appear, they are usually wholly unremarkable, silly and self-indulgent. And I mean, come on; do I really need another social-media based outlet? Especially one that isn't particularly creative? Who even wants to hear about about my day-to-day? Or, more accurately my month-to-month? (Just to clarify, that was a rhetorical question. I am not- in any way- attempting to "fish for compliments".)

Anyway- I swear to you- for months there has been an ascendant part of me just begging to get back here and delete this blog all together. As time passed, this part of me grew more and more dominant, almost entirely over throwing the once-authoritative part of me that was interested in blogging and pushing on despite the boredom and the odds.

Somewhere along the line I realized that I've had this feeling before. The ascendant part always shows up, just before I'm ready to give up on something. The comedy-musical-thing we were going to make last summer? Crushed by the wrath of the ascendant part. The film I was planning to make THIS summer? Crushed by the ascendant part. My many endeavors into the art of short-story writing this year? CRUSHED. My brief and fleeting run with yoga? Pulverized to an absolute powder. (Okay, maybe that one was for the best...)

The point is- even if this is just a silly, shallow, pointless blog- I refuse to take the easy way out and hit 'delete'. This blog is my new battle against the ascendant part. That's not to say that I'll somehow become blogger-extraordinaire over night or anything. I still can't shake the feeling that blogging is kind of pointless... But I will definitely be making more of an effort to be present here in this, little Blogger community.

I hope that by fighting this sense of apathy, I will somehow fall into better habits... of self-motivation... and regularly tasting and touching the ambition I've pushed aside for so long, in favor of comfort and simplicity...

Hah! New Year's be damned. I'll make my resolutions in my own time, thankyouverymuch.



A charming example of Agalmatophilia I found on my neighbor's lawn a few weeks back. Holy shit! I love the weird one's best...