1/15/14

It occurred to me over the holidays that I have been less than clear about my goings-ons. This might seem like a cardinal sin given this blog is supposedly dedicated to my whereabouts. Then again, that was never really the purpose of all this. In fact, the only reason I made this damn thing was to get my Mom off my back.

She insisted I start a blog and I objected for a while then finally folded. Mom’s can be sneaky, the moment they tell you to do something, it becomes the last thing in the world you want to do. As much as I hate to admit it, whatever they’re telling you can be very worth the while (aside from setting the table).

So I posted the blog, and it ramped up a bit. Maintaining online presence as an unemployed citizen of Portland was intoxicating. Walk the dog, write the blog, sleep like a log and then get drunk on craft beer. Rinse or deodorize, and repeat.

Then to my absolute delight, the blog became a sort of resume. I started getting gigs as a freelancer and eventually locked down a full-time job. All thanks to blog.

It was then that this poor Book started getting fewer entries. As I mentioned before the computer was more foe than friend. I still had plenty to write about but not enough time, energy, or motivation to really polish something for you dwindling yet loyal readers.

That’s not okay. I won’t stand for it; in fact, I vow to sit for it. I will sit and let my fingers fly for the sake of your general interest in my nonsensical narratives. Mark my words, there will be a new post weekly, waiting for you to read the first few sentences then go back to Facebook. Now get back to Facebook, I think your old crush just got engaged.

Next week: Slutty bros and the greater Pacific Northwest.

Recent Snap: A secret place where the beer flows like wine.