Here I am, back again at the keyboard trying to find something to say and not really getting anywhere. It's funny because when I think of something to write, I usually can't. I don't sit down and tell myself "OK, let's start a blog. I'm going to talk about this and this and this, and sometimes that, and I'm going to do it everyday so that when I'm old I can look back and say I wrote a blog and I'm damn proud of it." Bleh. It's really embarassing for me as a writer to look at the blogs of some people I know who, by the way, are NOT writers, and find that they are so much more perceptive, innovative and engaging than I am. That just sucks. Heads up Mdmafia, PGan, mah bro Vernieman; you can outwrite me anytime, and rightly so too. Writing has just become too much a pain in the ass for me that I can hardly sit down and type because it feels as if someone stuck a rusty spiked pole into my nether regions, the pain of which rather tellingly wipes out any desire whatsoever to write. Oh, maybe once in a while when I'm feeling masochistic I'll be able to write a paragraph or two (like now), but to regularly put out insightful, readable and thoroughly entertaining posts? You'd probably have more luck getting shot in the eye by a stray bullet ricocheting off the armoured breast of a Valkyrie taking a breather on a silver cloud hanging over the Sahara Desert. Anyway, welcome back, me. Hope I'm here for a long time, and all that.