Woah ho ho, yeah....

For the past few months, I've sat and watched this blog get about one hit per week, a whole batch of spam comment notifications that were apparently nuked by Blogger within moments of appearing (thank`ya kindly), and a couple random anonymous comments kindly prodding me for another post.  And here it's sat, desolate, the equivalent of an Old West ghost town with only dry winds and tumbleweed to fill the streets.  I've made mention a few times in the past that I'll put forth the effort to keep this thing alive, but I think that seems to be what jinxes everything.

What I will say is that blogging is on my mind quite often, but, much like my email habits (the bad ones), I tend to put off writing anything because I feel like I should have something important or worthwhile to say. Somehow I've forgotten that the Internet was invented for the very purpose of filling all those tubes with things that are entertaining, time-wasting, and sometimes downright horrific to fight the good fight against all things productive.  Although it was forever ago, I'm pretty sure that's the whole reason I even started this blog.  So from now on, I intend to fill it up with stupid, and if anything worthwhile is posted, then it was entirely by accident.  Trust me.

Plaid can go with stripes if I want them to!

Yup, the Chinese word to learn is "understand" and gracefully punctuates the fortune which boldly defies the definition. This, on my last day staying here at the farm, seems to be a perfect farewell with which to part ways. I've had a good time; visited with a few friends I rarely see anymore, drove through my old stomping grounds, and felt sad--still not quite sure if it's because things have changed or if they haven't changed enough. After almost two weeks, I'm not feeling right in the brain. In fact, the fortune above may make sense and the breakdown is in my processing of the data. It's official; something is damaged. Not sure vacation is supposed to do that to a person.

I've been toying with the idea of fasting when I return home. Does that make sense? It was a bit of an abrupt change in topic, but that's alright because it is. By fasting, I'm thinking more along the lines of plenty of water, maybe a vitamin pill here and there, but no food. Pretty confident I can last a day, easy, but the real test will come with the dawn of day two. If I can do it, I doubt I'd go past two or three days, but it would be interesting to try it and see. I've gone without eating for quite some time in the past, but I was horribly ill at the time and would like to experience it in good health. Well, by that I mean physical health--we've already established that the mental aspect is questionable. Chances are that I'll completely break down and throw a frozen pizza in the oven, but I'm hoping that my willpower doesn't crumble. Like crumbly crumbs on delicious cake. Mmmm, cake...

Oh, and Ryan started a blog. Read it.