Way back in the day I spent many a night in a nightclub necking with some goth chick who, in all likelihood, was probably too young. Then again, I didn’t know enough German to ask and she didn’t know enough English to get that point across anyway. Not that it all matters because what this is so far is window dressing.

Window dressing because all I can think of as I sit here to start typing all blog-like after so many years of false starts and code and real life falling apartness is that stupid song from En Vogue that played incessantly at Le Metropol. You know, the one that hammers “Back to life, back to reality” into your brain over and over so that it becomes one of the more obstinate earwigs in my life.

And, so, yeah. I’m pushing out toward the top end of my thirties and I’m on the upswing after some weird-ass shit going down and all I can do is recite En Vogue lyrics in my head. This is despite the good funk rolling out of the speakers, the two dogs who are fighting over a squeaky toy at my feet (try getting a dog past the ex), and a beautiful woman sitting at the desk beside mine. She Sims while I code.

Yeeaarrrgghh! It’s damn difficult to account for the past few years in a single entry and still sound upbeat. Either there’s a whole lot of saccharine platitudes or there’s a morose, brooding man crying into his beer. Believe me, life is too good for me right now to get in to that. So, this all being the case, I’ll just have to bring y’all up to speed as we go along. Welcome back, campers.

I’m off to get a beer and then I’ll return to play around with WP’s templates a bit. Get anyone anything while I’m up?