Return Of The Living Dead

Hey all,
I bet you thought I'd died, dropped off the planet, entered the witness protection program, or moved to Canada after the results of the last election. When, in fact, the truth is much simpler and stupider.
I got lazy.
Bored.
Burned out.
Stopped writing journal entries for a short time that became a long time that became a paralysis because I would have to write something to make up for the last seven months of not writing.
And here we are. I'm blogging and you're reading. No pressure, no subtext, no alterior motives. You probably found this through the Red Perspective webpage, even if Red Perspective as a band, or idea, or music-playing entity doesn't really exist much anymore. (Or, at the very least, it doesn't get out and play shows like it used to.)
I'll address that whole long topic in time. Probably. But not at this precise moment. Give me a few entries to just talk about nothing, the way Seinfeld used to do. Or at least throw out a few topics for discussion in the next few entries...
Death Cab For Cutie. Can't stop listening to 'em. Still. Postal Service falls under that umbrella as well. Also Snow Patrol and The Blue Nile and Jimmy Eat World, bless their power-pop little hearts.
Garden State. Eternal Sunshine. Clerks on DVD (again). Saw for you low-budget horror fans. Can't wait for Sideways to premiere in Charlotte. Glad Jackie's still around so I have someone to go to the Manor with.
Politics?... Nah. I voted Tuesday morning and didn't sleep well Tuesday night, but that's over and done with now. I pray for our President and so should you. 'Nuff said.
The Daily Show religiously. And Scrubs. God bless DVR (TiVo for you non-Time Warner subscribers.) Season premiere of The Simpsons is on in five minutes, so I'd best wrap this up. Be safe and good and remember that, if Clemson can beat Miami in the Orange Bowl, anything is possible.

Your newest blogger,
Rich