The hopeful Return

It has been way too long. I almost forgot about the whole posting thing. You see I tend to fall into kind of a depression from time to time, feel lethargic, no motivation crap like that. Once this happens it is hard to jump back into stuff, so I fell out of the habit of writing. I , unfortunately also fell out of the habit of working out, something I was doing rather regularly, so while I have not been posting on the blog, I pretty much have just been loafing about becoming a large mammal, wallowing in the mud affecting the tides that sort of thing. Hopefully this will jump-start me into restarting some of those healthier habits. As I am writing this I am having a hard time I don’t know why.
So, what is new there are tons of observations about life that have happened while I was on hiatus. The thing is where to start. Well I had something interesting happen to me, I went to a christening. It was for my niece, which was wonderful and all, but that is not what was interesting. You see to go to the christening I put on my suit, my only suit. I am not really a suit wearing guy, I only have one and I do not wear it very often. So I guess that it has been almost a year since I last wore my suit. I pulled it out of the closet, dusted it off, and made sure it fit before I began ironing. So, I put the thing on and find that there are all sorts of thing left in my pockets from the last time I wore the suit. I start pulling objects out of the pockets, and I am finding things like an almost empty pack of smokes, a cocktail napkin, some skee-ball prize tickets, and a small wrench. I begin to wonder, what the fuck was I doing last time I wore this suit that would cause me to amass such an eclectic assortment of objects. I mean the smokes and napkins are pretty understandable, but what is the deal with the tools and skee-ball tickets? The problem with me and my suit is that I often wear it to events that are open bar. This is not a good scenario for me. I lack one of the essential ingredients necessary for a successful open bar affair, that being a modicum of self control. There are people in the world that can go to a wedding, enjoy the open bar, dance, mingle and have a good time. They may wake up the next day with a cloudy head, perhaps an embarrassing photo or two that will be posted on Facebook. Unfortunately for me I tend to wake up the day after an open bar event with unexplained bruises, a list of apologies that I need to make, and an appointment for court ordered therapy. And to be honest I cannot wait for the next one to roll around.
While I am writing I need to get something off my chest, I hate the predictability and standard formulas that have taken over mainstream movies. For example, have you ever really paid attention to a standard car chase in a mainstream movie? I was watching the movie “Wanted” this summer when I noticed that in every car chase all cars pretty much go the same speed. It is like this, in the movie Angelina Jolie and some other guy are being chased. They jump into their car which happens to be a Dodge Viper and the guy chasing them jumps into a bread delivery truck. They cannot lose this fucking guy. They delivery truck for some reason is not only as fast as the viper, but it seems to handle as well as the dodge. What is the purpose of buying a car like a Dodge viper if you cannot outrun a fucking delivery truck? I would be pissed if I spent all of that money on a sports car and could not manage to shake the goddamn UPS guy.