I’m at home—at my desk…typing—right now. This hasn’t been happening a lot lately, I know. That sounds worrisome, but I have been writing every day—just not so much for us…here…right now. But we have so many things to discuss: the end to that last story, Don Quixote, Veronica Mars (yes, I hear you out there), why Ben Affleck should really never ever sing (even though it’s nice he’s actually acting again…rather than phoning in yet another grand mal schizophrenic emoticon), and most importantly why Cylons are essential.
I guess I’m here to say that even while I might be cultivating something akin to a life out there in the real world, I miss my virtual cocoon and those of you who care to tune in to my internal monologues. So even though my next installment still isn’t ready, I felt like giving you a shout out. I’m letting you know I still care, in case you were wondering.
And, again, to fill the void of my lack of discernible creativity, I leave you with the inspired summation of a far smarter being:
“We need not live great lives, we need only understand and appreciate the ones we’ve got.”