You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Am I really going to start writing in this thing again? I've yet to check the date of my most recent post, but I'd imagine it's been well over a year since I wrote here. And was there any particular reason I have been so adverse to spewing my subconsciousness onto an internet blog that maybe 2 or 3 people will happen upon? No, not really. None that I realize, at least. I always dug writing; I've always thought of myself being a pretty decent writer. Back in grade school the only assignments I would consistently get A's on were creative writing projects. Most were fanciful tales of quirky characters getting into silly misadventures.

Based on the U.S.S. Enterprise Technical Manual from Star Trek: The Next Generation, I once wrote The Technical Manual for The Ultimate Chair. The Chair, powered by a nuclear reactor, had all the amenities any 7th grader could dream up: a refrigerator, television, computer, satellite dish, all on a belt of tank wheels for transportation speeds up to 85 MPH. The seat cushion had an emergency ejection device, much like a pilot in a fighter jet, that would dome over and protect you from deadly nuclear radiation in the event of reactor meltdown or rupture.

Not so amazingly original or clever, I admit. Having no doubt stolen entire passages of technobabble straight out of the Star Trek book, I can't exactly claim sole creative credit on this one. But I remember it was damn fun to write. As I said, one of the few school projects I always enjoyed doing.

I think I could get used to this whole blog thing again... I will probably be toying around with formats, themes, stories, whatever for the next few entries until I find my groove again. I don't consider this to be any sort of diary or documentation on myself or the happenings in my life, ergo I won't be filling you in on all the awesome (and not-so-awesome) shit that's happened since my last post.

So, a few short notes:

• I am now purposely un-employed, making my way, living off the grid, yet still as much of an American consumer as ever. Kind of oxymoronic, no? Self-described Socialist reaping the benefits of living in the deregulated Capitalist system that I despise, making a cozy life by being as illegitimate and unproductive as possible.

• Some things change, others stay the same: I write this from my brand new computer stationed at my work desk. Yes, I have a work desk. Though as expected from those who know me, I am surrounded by empty beer bottles, half drank coffee cups and Mexi-Coke bottles. Though since I no longer smoke cigarettes indoors, ashes spread about and cig butts building up in the bottoms of my empty bottles is no longer prevalent.

• There is something therapeutic about Crossword Puzzles. New York Times puzzles are so absurdly difficult, however, that long ago I simply gave up on them. Trivial knowledge such as, 'First Pakistani President, circa 1970s' has somehow eluded my not-so-exensive educational background. Therefore, I stink with Monday and Tuesday crosswords. Good stuff.

Ok, enough for now. Don't want to drain all of my creative juices on the first entry.