You may be wondering what happened to this blog. We were rockin’ and rollin’ so well early in 2009, but ever since November or whenever the hell we (I) decided to move this thing it’s been sparse to say the least.
Let me clue you in on something about myself that you may not know. Over the past couple months, I have been going through a transformation of sorts. This may come as a surprise to some, not so much to others. This transformation has taken me to hell and back (not really) and given me a new outlook on life. As some or most of you may recall, I started a series of posts entitled “Foods I hate” sometime last year. These were some of the most popular posts on the blog due to my picky eating habits and the offense taken by some at my extreme dislike of their favorite foods.
There was a point sometime this fall, and I’m not exactly sure of the exact date, but I took a risk and laid it all out on the line. This risk, while seemingly inconsequential to the blog is shocking to say the least. I ate a tomato. No, I didn’t eat it like you would an apple or an onion, but the guy making my gyro at the local gyro place apparently wasn’t able to read my mind when I placed my order and did not instruct the “gyro artiste” to carefully remove all traces of tomatoes from my delicious sheep-meat flatbread sandwich covered in a delicious white sauce almost as creepy as mayonnaise.
In an effort to satisfy my raging hunger that day, and in a fit of impatient “grubbing” (as I like to call it), I said to myself “screw it, I’m going to eat the tomatoes on this thing. Only a few people have died from tomatoes before”. And yes, Clint Eastwood did appear in my head and asked me if I felt lucky. To my amazement, I found that I did not mind the incessant “spewyness” of the tomatoes. While they still remain disgusting in my mind, the gyro was delicious.
Back to my transformation – That day actually has nothing to do with anything. I ate a tomato, so what?
This transformation could be called “The End of Daylight Savings Time”. It is a rare annual phenomenon that happens when the days get shorter, the nights get longer, and soon, Winter will be here. (The previous description came from a quote made by my sister when she was about 6 years old…She didn’t realize anyone was watching…like the time SteveD caught Bryan Rosenthal staring out the window in a semi-depressive & contemplative state listening to the Hoobastank song “The Reason”).
Fall & Winter could be described as the last 2 seasons of a calendar year, but I want to go much deeper into the essence of these seasons. In short – They don’t really breed creativity. There’s something fun about Spring & Summer. I don’t feel the need to wear shoes all the time. My feet get sweaty in shoes & then Steve (the cat, not SteveD) sticks his head in them to feel like he’s close to me without actually having to be close to me. That’s a lie. But you get my point.
Ok, so the whole seasons thing doesn’t really have anything to do with anything either. I really don’t know what happened to our mojo, but it’s time to get it back. I say we start getting back into the swing of things, shall we? I need this blog, and I know you do too. Bill started it off on the right foot yesterday when he described how old he felt. That’s the kinda of stuff we need! Here’s to a good start to 2010, because 2009 was pretty bitchin’. I mean, I made it the entire year without hearing a single Hoobastank song!