On Neglect

Some of you may wonder what has happened to me. You may ask questions like; do you not love us anymore? Is all your creativity gone? Have you left us because you’ve decided to become a Somali pirate? Did you die? Well let me assure you, I’m not dead, nor am I a pirate, or uncreative, and yes I still love you. The truth is dull and uninteresting, for you see life is something that takes up quite a bit of our time, and though I truly love to sit here and type I often have very little time to dedicate to typing out my musings.
I actually wanted to start this post quite differently. I sat down here with the intent of writing a rather long and disturbing post on neglect. What I planned on doing was to compare my blog to a child, an infant. Actually compare is not the right word. I was going to use an infant as a metaphor for this blog. The plan was to say something along the lines of if this blog were a child it would now be dead and I would be imprisoned for child neglect or, more likely, homicide by neglect. In fact when the police would have found said child, i.e. the blog, they would have found an infant undergoing decomposition, surrounded in filth, and possibly partially eaten. There would also be lots of disgusting insects. Within days of my arrival in prison I would be shanked and because of my crime the prison doctor would not try very hard and I would die in a prison hospital bed. And the prison Chaplin would just spit on me instead of reading my last rites. Of course this is all a metaphor for my neglect of this here blog. And like I said earlier I decided not to use this metaphor, frankly because I think it makes me look like a horrible person.
So the point of this post was to tell you all that the neglect that this blog, and you, have experienced is now over. From now on I will try my very best to post as much as possible. So expect this blog to update more often. And don’t be entirely surprise if the tone and content of this blog changes. Things have a way of changing and most of the time it’s beyond our control. But that’s for a later post. Just be glad that there will be more posts more often. At the very least the metaphor me won’t get shanked if I do.