out of retirement

It's ironic that the longest time I would go inbetween posts immediately followed a post announcing my return... how ironic indeed...

Rather than pull a Roger Clemens and announce my retirement only to draw more publicity (and money) by ceremoniously unretiring twice, I'm just going to make a calm collected return to the blog. I'm back. that's it.

Truth be told, I grew tired (and short on ideas) of writing anecdotal collections of short cynical stories. I wanted to write more cohesive pieces that captured my readers' interests and led them through the hoops I had to jump through in my story.

So, effectively, I am unretired. But I'd prefer to think of it as reborn, like the Phoenix.

Tomorrow I will tell the story of the fruit flies, and how they have captured the kitchen and are presently camped out in the foothills of the dining room. Their front line is advancing as we speak, and although they take many casualties, they show an unconscious hunger for victory and push onward towards our lands. I must not ignore the presence of scouts in my bedroom, for they are coming, I know it. I must stop them...