The Poets Down Here Don't Write Nothin' at All

OK, smartasses, you asked for it...

So there's been some rumblings that I haven't been writing enough. The Hope Pedaler and Home Addition Adventure blogs have been laying fairly fallow in recent months... sorry about that. But writing about the house only pisses me off when I have to think about Fr(uckh)e(a)d [yeah, I did purchase CoastlneDC-Sucks.com, but I haven't done anything with it, yet... though last night's leak in the garage (again, for the third freaking time) makes the point moot since I'm pissed off again anyway]

Anyway...

And the Hope Pedaler blog? Well, that's just too depressing to write (or write about), no pun intended.

So here we are with something new.

But what, what is this?

Free-form dispatches, that's what.

About what? who knows.

Will they be linked thematically? probably not (as I feel a major Bruin entry coming up, what with spring football practice beginning today and the boys in blue [yep, they'll be wearing their blue visitor's uni Saturday (and Monday if we survive and advance to play UNC... back to the whites if we play Kansas)]... and I probably will need to explain the title of this blog in general... and Battlestar Galactica's final season starts tomorrow... and so on and so on and so on)

But you asked for it... here it comes

comin to get ya

OK, that last bit was Jimi, but the title of this blog comes from Springsteen's "Badlands": "For the ones who had a notion, // A notion deep inside, // That it ain't no sin // To be glad you're alive"...

It's no sin to be glad you're alive. I'm alive. I'm glad. I'm glad there's less death around me than before (there probably isn't, but 3x the Wellbutrin and blessed ignorance and wonderful denial all let me wish it... and wishing makes it so).

And the title of this dispatch... more Boss, natch... and we'll be seeing him on Tuesday.

Be back soon. I'm just warming up.