Well, um, shoot. Sorry guys.
I'm not one of those bloggers who carefully structures their entries around themes, or writes scholarly essays. I have a lot of admiration for the attention to content that those sorts of bloggers have, but I'm more of a write whatever pops up in the forebrain kind of guy. What I lack in consistency I hope I make up for in spontaneity and moments of wise-ass-ness.
My natural reaction is to kind of leap to my own defence, because this blog is something that after two and a half(ish) years I still hold very dear. Sure I'm open to criticism of course, and this is probably justified. However, even the most jestery of Court Jesters needs some down time. Room to kick off the tiny bell-toed slippers and piss and moan about sore feet. If I have a cold, grief, or the blues, I'll write about that to some degree.
Oddly, if I have any criticism of this blog o' mine I would say that at times it's not personal enough. I hold back sharing some of the personal stuff because I don't think it'll entertain you guys. I guess some of that shows through, no matter how hard I try. I know you guys don't come here for hand wringing, and I don't particularly like writing about that sort of stuff, but if bits of that show through then I'd ask you to hang in there.
As a great philospher once said:
The sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun!
Sing it, girl!