Passionate About "Meh"

I effing hate this word.

How was this milquetoast sound ever elevated to Word-Status? Is it because the majority of the population can spell it correctly--on first try!--or perhaps it is another causality* of Texting?

*For some reason, I picture cops staring sadly down at the tiny chalk outline of an Alphabet.

HAND-some Is As Handsome Does

I was puttin' along in Old Town today, when what did my little eye spy? That's right, a giant frackin' hand stemming from the bowels of a parking lot. Who knows why--it's Portland.

Just one of the many things that make me love this town.

Spring Means New Beginnings

Hello, faithful Blatherscopians. After a year in which I felt like I was enacting a country song, I have safely emerged on the Other Side. During the past year, You may have noticed a distinct lack of the post-age; this lack was due to my upbringing: I had nothing nice to say, so I didn't say anything at all.

And I have delayed restarting the blog-alation due to embarrassment--kinda like the friend you really like, promise to "get together with", delay and delay, and then feel like too much time has gone by to be anything but insulting and decide it is better just to let them fade away. But I don't want You to fade, fade away! So here am I, hurdling my natural reticence, startin' fresh.

Year-of-our-Lord 2009, so far, kicks DONKEY! I will be unleashing the Ramble over the next few days--prepare Thyselves.