The First time since the last time. (Or The Return Of The Mack)

I used to fancy myself quite the creative person. A regular jack of all trades, if you will. But I've started to come to a bit of a realization about myself here in these passed few months. (Or years, depending on how you look at it.)

I've become bland...

This is the first time I've blogged since the last time I've blogged way back in November of 2008 (That's nearly four years ago for you home players!) and to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I'm worthy of this little slice of internet paradise. I used to be such a funny motherfucker writing passionate pleas to Quentin Tarrantino about getting on the ball reviving Jean Claude Van Damme's career of all things. (Which has actually seen a bit of a resurgence these passed couple of years, actually. EXPENDABLES 2!!! HELL YEAH!)

I see my writing, I read my writing, I know it's me who has written it, but part of me doesn't feel like that person anymore. Since moving back to the true north strong and free I feel like something is missing, that a bit of my essence got lost on the great drive up the 95.

Maybe I'm just full of it...

My writing has suffered because of my indifference. Music? I haven't written anything new in almost two years. Words? Well, if this blog is any indication, you know exactly how much I've written here lately. I guess maybe it's time to get on the horse. I gotta get back on the horse! I know it seems like a pretty quick turn around, but I've sat at "Maybe I'm just full of it..." for about a half hour thinking about it all. Where I've been, where I am, and where I'm going are all pretty fucking interesting ordeals. Fuck feeling sorry for myself... Hell, since I've moved back I can wear this wicked sweet button up shirt I have with the buttons actually buttoning and the best part is if I sit down while wearing it, the buttons don't just fly open because of my bulbous gut! (oh it's still there! Just a little less!) It's pretty damn sweet! Sure, my beautiful car is surrounded by snow, but that's MY car! I OWN that sumbitch! Nobody can take away what I've got! I owe no man no thing! (Though I do owe an amazing woman a great deal. Love you mom!)

That's something I can take pride in. Something I WILL take pride in. I've spent the last three months of last year, and the first ten days of this feeling absolutely sorry for myself that I've lost sight on all that's good. While I might not have much, I'm rich in what I do have. Fuck the haters.

And like the first time since the last time, I've got to give a big thanks to Nikki Pea and her fabulous blog at COMMATOSE.CA for inspiring me to ramble on. You're the best, Nik!