Well I know I haven't been the avid blogger I once was in these last few weeks but such is life. My readership isn't attached to my blog's hip enough to write me after a few days though wondering if I'd been kidnapped, abducted or eaten alive by a beracuda. I guess that may come after a few more years of blogging.
So to play catch up let me play pop blog here and give a rundown of recent events in my life:
1. Friends are thoroughly convinced that I have an obsession with midgets. It all started with me referencing the "Willy Wanka and the Chocalate Factory" musical sequences every chance I had in conversation; "He's got the winning t-iiiiii-cket....Cause he's go the winning t-iiiii-cket". Then friends noticed I thought EVERYONE and EVERYTHING looked like or reminded me of an oompa loompa. Then I started dressing like an oompa loompa to work on Fridays. Then I wrote the cambodian midget blog post and shit hit the fan. Some people have even gone as far to say that I am running an underground midget trade.
2. There was a month or two where I was really tripping out about not having an artistic outlet after work to channel my creative energies. I started thinking I should start acting, doing stand-up(there's a big niche for people who aren't funny but really think they are like me), finally start my underground hip hop career, etc. Then one day it all made sense because I realized my calling was to become a cowboy, wear the boots, the hat, even have the straw coming out of my mouth while still being able to say "howdy ma'am".....and then borrow a horse and ride across a province in Canada by myself.
I consulted with some horse experts and they quickly deflated my balloon of romanticism. They told me no responsible barn owner in the world would just let an inexperienced rider such as myself just take off with their horse into the wild. I told them that at first I wouldn't be experienced but after riding for a week I would be. They didn' t see the logic.
So I've compromised and I decided that each year I will get closer to becoming a cowboy. One year is the hat. The next will be for the boots. 2007 I'll always have straw in my mouth and then will come the day I buy my own horse or go out late at night and steal one from the closest barn (returning it of course after my trip).
3. I've come to terms with my blog becoming somewhat of a mid-twenties pop blog. I used to feel I had to incorporate an entry here and there dealing with social software or tech...now it'll just be once in a blue moon.
More to come ya'll..........ya'll come back now ya hear?