Okay, fine, I'm back.
I spent most of the summer in a pretty bleak state of mind, and nothing kills my creativity faster than depression. But I finally found something that was so effing ridiculous that I couldn't stay in a funk.
I was walking down the aisle at Walmart - yes, I know, they're reprehensible corporate bastards, but there are some things you can't buy elsewhere, not here in South Alabama.
Anyway, I was in Satan's Discount Den, looking for socks or bug spray or some damn thing, and I overheard the following snippet:
God strike me dead for laughing at some poor bastard who's about to be unemployed, but that's funny right there.
So I'm back.
I have more to say about work and mythology and soap and Walmart, but I don't wanna blow it all in one day. Stay tuned.