Back To The Grind

Well it would appear that the holidays are now officially over. An unseasonably warm snap facilitated a weekend of dismantling my exterior holiday illumination and today the final nail was driven into the holiday coffin, the alarm clock rang at 6 am signaling "Daughter's" return to school. I can't say I'm too sad about the end of the season, but I do miss the Disneyesque quality our neighborhood takes on during the holidays. Now we have to endure eight gray weeks until Spring.

The end of the year has been chock full of happenings that beg to be commented on and I will get to them in good time. It was brought to my attention this weekend that more people may be visiting here than I previously imagined. The cross promotion between the radio show and this blog is starting to bear fruit. Who would have predicted it? I'm not trying to pump myself up or anything, it's just nice to hear. On the flip side, now I feel pressure to deliver. Will I "cowboy up" and bring it, or will I crumble? I love when I ask myself the tough, rhetorical questions. It makes things seem so dramatic doesn't it? Adding the life or death aspect to the blog process elevates it to a new level. Maybe "Death Blog" could be one of the games on the new version of American Gladiators. I'm ashamed to say that "Wife" and I endured over an hour of that quality programming last night. I was a fringe fan of the original version, but during fits of laughter last night, I realized that the new and improved spandex battles could be a harbinger of the end of time.

Listen, I enjoy seeing hard bodied ladies in form fitting outfits as much as the next guy, and I'm sure the ladies enjoy the cartoonish male gladiators. There is something weirdly erotic and terrifying about these characters, but after watching them beat, toss and shoot at the various contestants, I started to wonder how long it would be until the tennis balls being shot out of the cannon were replaced with real shells. One female contestant cracked her head open and you could see the crowd licking their collective chops as their blood lust was satisfied. Maybe I'm hanging out at the wrong places, but have you ever seen anyone like the "Gladiators" walking around your neighborhood? I think they're created and stored in some lab and let out only after Hulk Hogan dons his 'do rag and shouts "brother" the requisite number of times.

Enough of this. I don't feel like dwelling on my time wasting any more. I have important things to do. Look, I'm doing it again, adding gravitas to the mundane in order to infuse the events with a sense of urgency. Truth be told, I just need to shower and pick up dog doo now that the snow has melted. How's that for urgency? Later...Brian