Back from holiday vacation (or, I still have a blog?)

My new year promise. To write more on this blog. Heck, the entire reason for its existance is to get me to write more and I have not been holding up my end of the bargain. No sirree Bobberick. And for that, I apologize. Not to my millions of adoring readers, who love my personalized brand of eccentricity and stir-crazyness. To the blog, you see, who is probably bored out of its skull. Poor little blog, out there all alone, without even a little christmas poem to keep it up. But fear not, I am back in black. Or, black pants and a white T-shirt, anyway. It is a brand new decade. This is the future. We are living in the future. When I called to tell my sister that, I was baselessly accused of being drunk. And I had a tough time calling her a liar, since I was holding a glass of rum and coke, at the time. But I stand by my assertation. It's a magical world, Hobbes, ol' buddy. Let's go explore it. Or, you go explore, and return with your findings. I will be waiting right here. On my couch. Bring me a can of coke, if you happen to go explore the cornershop.