Saturday, January 22, 2011

And It Rose From the Sea...

   Greetings, dear humans. I have been neglectful in updating this blog, but still I live.

   There is a certain feeling that accompanies hearing the snap of a mouse-trap, only to look behind the couch and discover that the wee creature is still wriggling.

   I imagine that is how you are feeling now. Take a moment to stop screaming.
   
   Anyway, a new year has come and gone (for some time now, I understand), and now is the time for clinging to the resolutions that were inevitably made in a regrettable moment of drunken optimism. As you may well know, it is winter, and a somewhat ghastly one. To shovel is as if one is challenging the Gods themselves. I delight in this sensation of mightiness, as back-sliding as it may be. Here is a visual expression of such:

I will conquer this driveway 
and feast on the bellybuttons of virgins!

   This is my resolution. To defeat the malicious snow-gods.