Rebirth: A New Beginning

Well, as you can tell, I've once again fallen victim to the combination of
a busy life and a non-updated blog. And in doing so, my thousands of blog
readers have lived in depression, anxiously awaiting a salvation that has
not come (scale: 10 actual readers = 1,000 claimed readers). In the
interest of truth, however, there are 64 people who currently exist on the
subscription list, so my apology is rather heartfelt.

Still, there is hope.

No, I am not talking about Mitt Romney. I'm talking about reclaiming the
blog for it's rightful purpose: a view on life, through the eyes of a
madman. Yes, that's right, the kind of madman who works in a cubicle all
day and comes home to a well-kept suburban house with a wife and three
pets. So what's the difference? Well, rather than focus on lengthier,
time-intensive posts like you've seen in the past, this time I'm going to
balance those with smaller posts as well. Little thoughts here and there
along the way. Some will make you think...some might make you drink. Some
will cause apathy and others will barely be readable due to my continuous
lack of sleep. But I think these little additions are truly what make the
essence of a blog.

Anyway, as we enter the Christmas season, I see stress and pure craziness
on the faces on people everywhere. There is a pure frantic energy about
December--one that makes everyone feel like they have way too much to do
and not nearly enough time. We save half of our yearly vacation to prepare
for it. We spend more money on gifts than we do in the rest of the year
combined. We pretend that candy canes are delicious, even though they
taste terrible and would impale your brain if you ever happened to fall
while eating one. Much like the elves and reindeer and Grinch that dance
around your Christmas tree, much of it is simply a grand fairy tale that
culminates in the most elaborate birthday party in the history of the
world.

Thank goodness that Santa Claus is real. Without that, I wouldn't have
much reason to go on.

Random Question of the Day

Did Jesus know about America when he was here on Earth? Or do all parents
keep secrets from their children?

See? Good food for thought. And for any such questions, feel free to send
your answers via e-mail and they may make a subsequent blog post. The goal
here is mainly humor, however, so don't send reference links to
Encyclopedia Brittanica. I'm not that much of a geek (oh, but if you have
any characters on World of Warcraft, let me know that, too).