Don't Call It A Comeback...

Cause it's a resurrection, baby.

That's right, we're raising this blog from the dead, Weekend at Bernie's style.

Or maybe Weekend at Bernie's 2, which was, as I recall, a delightful but pointless romp that sadly didn't amount to much in terms of plot or box office earnings.

Most reasonable adults would look back on things they posted to the internet nearly a decade ago and cringe, turn away in horror, and then try to discreetly sweep all of it into a metaphorical dust bin.  The thing is, the internet is forever.  What I said, I said.  Most of it was dumb, some of it was moderately amusing, a portion of it was insensitive and tone-deaf.  We all grow and change (hopefully), and as Oprah says, "When you know better, you do better."  Some things never change.  I still love Oprah.

The point is, there's no age limit on navel gazing, and it turns out, I have more to say, which means more inane things that you, dear reader, can fully ignore.

Welcome back.