Just Make Sure I'm Around When You've Finally Got Something to Say

So this poor little blog has sat here for the last 6 months waiting for something to spur me into writing, and finally it's happened. Not the Democratic victory in November, or the firing of Mike Shula/hiring of Nick Saban. Not the birth of my first nephew.

No... it's Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

I'm not going to call the idiots at the Boston DA's office names. I'm not going to rail against the Orwellian slide our country is on. I'm just going to make this point...

The DA said that basically putting anything big enough to hold explosives and has electronic circuitry on it on a bridge (or really in any public area) is clearly an attempt to scare people, and the police would be right to blow anything like that sky high.

My ass could be an explosive device if you shove a stick of dynamite up it. I'm almost always carrying a cell phone, which definitely has electronic circuitry in it, and it's usually within a few inches of my ass. So, here's my question. If I go walking across a bridge in Boston, is the DA going to be ok with the police blowing me up?

Only the Begining

Welcome to yet another blog written by someone who probably has no idea what the hell is really going on out there, but does quite well living in their own little world.

I'm going to blog everything, so there's no point in giving this thing a snappy title that immediately clues you in to the narrow slice of life on Earth I'm covering, or causes you to feel like an idiot because it's a cultural reference only six other people on the planet would get.

In school I was tought by English teachers who majored in liturature and wanted me to write in long poetic sentences that carried on in the grandiose manner of writers of yore. Then I went to grad school and they said make it short and snappy. So, for the foreseable future, the writing here will probably suck.

Hopefully the content will make up for it.