“I’m a complicated man, Dan,
and it’s a complicated world.
Got twin six-shooters in my hands,
and a tender lovin’ girl.”
It’s funny or sad or a combination of the two that I’ve been updating this site as infrequently as what I have over the past few months. Reflection on why I haven’t posted of late led me down a few mental avenues — after I navigated the treacherous apathy alleys while being pursued by cranial cops and fore-brain gang-bangers, of course — but there’s one in particular that I’d like to express here: unless it’s summer and I’m out having a grand ol’ time, the amount that I post is in direct correlation with the amount of stress I’m under.
You see, the more I find myself facing in life, the more shit I find heaped on my plate, the less time I have to talk around it, my mouth full and frothing. Trust me, dear reader, you don’t want to see my shit-eating grin — it’s a sickening sight — though I confess that I thrill at seeing people blanch. Ironically, the times I find myself most in need of venting here is when I’m most stressed, which is — of course — when I find myself with the least amount of time to indulge in such a self-satisfied and frivolous activity. Such is life, however.
Thus, rest assured: this site is alive and kicking, being no deader than I. It simply has a weak pulse… one that, given the present circumstances and strain I find myself under, you must feel for to find.
Assured, /me rests.
I can pretty much identify with you on the whole “Stress == low posting rates” thing, as evinced over on my side of the fence. Interestingly, I think that this is extending to the readers of the site too, since there’s been a distinct silence on the comment side of things. That is, unless I broke something in the last round of spam blocking fixes. I hope not, at any rate.
NWN?