Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Forgive me, readers, for I have slacked. It has been almost six months since my last post. I'm not Catholic but I heard those lines in a movie or something.

This blog has lain fallow for awhile. I've had no internet since I moved from Cozy Cottage to Rancho de le Dorma  back around the 4th of July, but today I achieved connectivity with the interwebs again so, good God, let me blog! For the world has been deprived of my bloviations, and how has it survived, anyway?

There's been a lot of spilt milk under the bridge in the half-a-year of my bloglessness, lots of events worthy of insightful commentary. Like the Arab Spring, for example, and also the....um...the Occupy stuff movement.. and...did you hear we got Bin Laden? Some old dude predicted the rapture twice. Sarah Palin passed the Torch of Inarticulateness to Rick Perry. And my beloved Cardinals won the World Series. And so here we are.

Throughout this blog famine of mine, twos and threes of people have asked "When are you going to write something new?" I chuckled quietly into my cocoa at hearing this question, lifted my chin and replied "Who are you again, actually? Do I know you?" And I meant that.

Truth be told, the world seems to be ever more spinning out of control and exactly the same, ever more of a casserole of chaos and logic, ever more of the sound and fury and still signifying nothing. Someone once said "Things are more the way they are now than they've ever been," and I find that hard to argue with.

And so this blog is out of cold storage, putting on a fresh pair of cleats, and ready to mix metaphors like the plague. Ready to probe the shallow meanings of deep experiences. Ready to make light of heavy subjects and give weight to fluff.  Put me in, coach, I'm ready to play.


Comments

burgerdogboy said…
When are you going to write something new?
November 17, 2011 at 5:38 AM
CrumDogMillionaire said…
Hey Dingle-Barry, you are really letting this thing go. Happy Holidays.
December 7, 2011 at 1:10 PM
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