Thursday, July 1, 2010

Don't Call It a Comeback

(A Non-Explanation in Celebration of a Prodigal Return)

The best benefit (okay, only benefit… allow us some hyperbole, would you please?) to writing a blog that nobody reads is that it’s possible to sneak away undetected for long periods of time. Like say, oh, a year and a half. What has your oh-so-unreliable narrator been filling his days with on such a hiatus? None of your damn business.

Certainly it didn't involve scouring the mountainous regions of the Pakistani-Afghani border, sword in hand and night-vision goggles-a-glowing in a misguided but noble quest for the most wanted terrorist mastermind of our time. Nor was it the kind of hike along the Appalachian Trail that leads to the loving embrace of a South American mistress, as well as the abandonment of and subsequent re-trenchment in one’s political office.

A fantastic story does not always a hiatus make. Just ask Michael Jordan's baseball career. And unlike the Cool James the Ladies Love so much, no maternal advice was given upon our return regarding any unconsciousness rendering directed in your general vicinity. So rejoice, if you will, oh non-existent readers, for the digital bullhorn has been plied with fresh batteries, and a slew of post-tastic punditry awaits. Unless we get a sweet spot in line for “Twilight”. Then it might be another two years before you hear from us again.


Ryan Hammill said...

I know one thing you've been up to since the last post.

dahuff said...

One thing is for sure, your BIG mouth is still very big. Yikes.