So, did you miss me? I missed me enough for us all, so don't worry if you didn't. After the publicity fiasco, which (don't get me wrong) had it's upside, life got weird. Being recognised is NOT what I got in this for, and I was. A lot. It made me very uncomfortable in a creepy, why-do-you-watch-those-shows kind of way. And people ask the strangest, boldest questions, especially those folks who don't know me, or him. I guess they figure they've got nothing to lose...they'll never encounter me again and this is their shot. "Did he really do it?", "How does it feel to lie publicly for someone else?", and even (a lot) "Why didn't he just plug the bastard and be done with him?". That last one always made me laugh. It said more about the questioner than anything else. It was his son, for God's sake.

But during my hiatus from me, from reality, a lot has happened in the world-at-large that I want to address. And I will, here. I've got about 12 posts almost ready and will begin putting them up this weekend. As you can imagine, a great many of them have to do with Bozo The Prez. He just continues to amaze me. And would amuse me too if he wasn't inflicting so much pain with his lunacy. But there's other stuff, too, including the impending writer's strike, my split from what's-her-name, the incredible permeation of psych-meds into our society, the state of the entertainment biz, network news, the success and failure of Spiderman 3, and much more.

So stay tuned, kids. I'm building to some incredible rants, and a couple of raves. (It is, after all, so much more fun to rant). They'll be here. Soon. Check in.