BLOOD OF HEROES
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, like a new dawn breaking, like a lame cliché used to begin a paragraph...I RETURN. Please, hold your applause until after the entry is completed.

Since I'm about as reliable as Walt Flanagan's dog when it comes to detailing major events in any length, here's a quick rundown of the major particulars that have transpired in my conspicuous absence:

- Mallory and I tied the knot. And then after we untied it, we got married.
- We then moved to the mysterious world of Omaha, Nebraska.
- I now sell mens' shoes at Dillard's at the Oak View Mall in Omaha. For about 45 hours a week, on average. And the parallels to Al Bundy increase each and every day, let me tell you.

Eddie Guerrero's sudden death was indeed a shock, and I share my brother's lamenting of the situation.

I saw Paul McCartney perform live a couple of weeks ago. 'Twas quite rocking. Verily, it was. Why am I speaking like a medieval knight about this? I do not know.

Anyway, I've decided that the mass frustration and desire to destroy everything caused by the various annoying customers I encounter on a daily basis would probably be eased somewhat if I were to let the various nonsensical rants and diatribes boiling around in my head out from time to time. Hence, the return to the journal. It seems like it was so long ago that I actually used this as a means of expressing myself on a regular basis. But, uh, yeah. Expect future incoherence on a variety of topics in the near future.

To my HOMEBOYS IN THE HOOD (that's my urban slang I picked up from the MEAN STREETS OF OMAHA), I apologize for being incommunicado for so long. See the above bit about working 45 hours a week on average. And this feels kind of lame, not unlike what's sure to be the next Eminem track once he gets through with rehab, but....yeah, I'm back. RECOGNIZE~

So, what's been happening?