Wednesday, October 19, 2005

"Return to the blog...oooh!"

OK, if you're not a Celtic Frost fan you won't get the titular reference. If you got it, pat yourself on the back, play the song you just recognized really loud, and go wreck something. If you didn't get it, go buy some Celtic Frost CDs right now, you weak death metal ignoramus. You'll be doing yourself a favor (even if you don't appreciate it), and you might even kick a couple bucks in royalties up to three guys who, in my opinion, deserve a free ride for the rest of their lives based on the merits of some evil-sounding music from Switzerland.

Yeah, I'm back.

Any reports of my untimely demize at Ozzfest '05 have been exaggerated. To the best of my knowledge, nothing died at Ozzfest but the last tatters of Sharon Osbourne's human facade. (More on that to come. Now, now, don't be hasty.) Why was I gone for so long? Well, for a while I wasn't in the blogging mood. Then I had some games that were occupying a lot of my time. For the past few weeks I've actually been kinda busy. (Those of you reading this blog probably know why. If you don't, don't feel bad; you will shortly.) In fact, I don't have much time today. That's the way it goes. Still, I wanted to at least yell "Fore!" before knocking a bunch of balls around the yard. Metaphorically speaking, that is.

Do I owe you, patient reader, an apology for my absence? Well, no. Those of you who are waiting for one can kindly suck your asses on back to my very first post, where my contract with the blogosphere was spelled out. No promises, no guarantees. Buy the ticket, take the ride. Aforementioned blog may be abandoned, redesigned, or used for gross personal financial gain. Sure, the last option seems the most remote, but they're all on the table, folks. Never underestimate the importance of Random Chance.

So now I'm off to do some much needed household chores in order to free up my afternoon for the expected arrival of a big box of geek toys. Expect to get nothing useful out of me for at least the next 24 hours. Maybe 48. Christ, there's no telling how weird this could get!

But I'll be back.

I mean that.