I am BACK!!

My goodness I am feeling like the tin man squeaking oil can through a locked jaw.
Tiiiinnnnnnnnnn Roof!
Rusty.

Two allusions are more fun than one. For those of you (who don't exist because I let my blog starve to death) who don't get those witty references, then don't worry. You will begin to follow my twisty-turny trains of thought after a while. The idea may frighten some of you younger readers, but never fear.

Pogo. That's what we decided in my family our thoughts do. They aren't neat little trains riding along a one-way track, but pogo sticks bouncing from idea to idea in a seemingly random pattern with no connection between them. Individual thoughts. But there is a connection and method to the thoughts, just like a pogo stick isn't completely random as it may first appear. The connection may only be the overriding principles of gravity, but that is connection none-the-less and arguably a quite intense connection.

Lisa is an inspiration to us all. Three years and going strong. You'd think she must be glued to her blog. Not so. I've seen her come out to bathe, eat, even parent her twins - "A" and "B" both. I haven't figured out how she does it, but she does.

Last night I had a dream. It was about my assistant. But he was another man. A bad man. But it looked like my assistant. Very odd. I managed to retain my composure around him and feign complete normalcy. That's improvement.

S. and I went and saw "Chronicle of Narnia" tonight - it was pretty good. A little too biblical for my tastes, but I can pretend not to see through the very thin disguise of a children's fantasy story. It's a lion, not Jebus. But it was Jebus. No a lion, no Jebus, a lion, a Jebus. Doesn't matter, it's all pretend.

I guess that ends this pogo stick ride for the evening folks. Remain seated until your car comes to a complete stop and your shoulder harnesses are locked in place above you and then exit to your right so others may enter the ride. Thanks for coming to Pogo Playground and enjoy your vacation.

;)