Facebook ate my blog

Right, so it's a lame excuse, but it's essentially true. I have the ability to sprinkle my pithy wisdoms to the Facebook community (ok, my 50-some friends) in compact little packets, and it kind of fills the same urge to connect that I was getting through this medium. But, NO MORE! There will be discipline, and word counts, and blog angst!

Well, enough about my lengthy absence. Everyone knows that I have a precocious toddler, an interesting life-situation vis-a-vis Jill's illness, and serious demands at work, but I know plenty of people who manage to do a lot more than file a fracking blog update a few times a week, so I'm done with excuses. Let's get right to it.

I bought some pants the other day. Jeans. So last week, it was New Jeans Week. I tried to stretch it out, wearing the same pair for two days (but not consecutively!) so I had new denim happening for all five days of the work week. It's pretty nice when they're new, since jeans are completely pre-shrunk these days. Instead of breaking in your jeans like you used to do, they actually feel good the first few times you wear them. That, combined with the visceral sense of power that comes with wearing newly acquired goods, makes those first times in public particularly exciting. Were you looking at my ass? Of COURSE, you were. And I have to say, my ass is pretty comfortable (new boxer briefs, too).

Some douchey entrepreneur is posting anonymous ads on some of the comments pages here. I try to delete these as they happen. Sometimes, they are on really old posts, and I find myself scanning through a few months worth of posts. This is part of why I missed writing; I had so much fun reading it again and reading all of the back and forth with you guys. I also realized that I disagree with former me on many points to do with my amateur music analysis. So if you ever come across any of those earlier posts, just think of it as how I felt then. I'm way more sophisticated now.

The other major reason why I came back to these old pixels is that Jonathan Woodard was surprised to learn that I was not much for cats. I realized that my branding was slipping, and I needed to get back before my entire online identity slipped into some sort of brown, averaged, everyperson. Listen: I kind of don't always like cats. OK, Jon?