The One Wherein I Return to My Computer...

Bonjour!

Briefly, let me apologize for my delay in posting.... I'm so sorry.  *Whew that was easy...*  My attention has been elsewhere and continues to be there, but remember internet my heart solely beats for you... and warm freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

Between work, friends, and several television shows, I just haven't had the free time to channel my muse.  And I'm sure you are thinking to yourself, "but we miss you... turn off the telanovella and write!  Don't you love us?!"  And to that I reply: honestly, in all fairness, TV was here first and DVR will only hold so many hours of programs before it starts executing hostages.

So as a peace offering, I will offer up a small morsels of what I have been doing while I shamelessly avoided my blog.

First: work. This the first subject and one of the very few times I will mention work.  This is because I have a self imposed gag order about my job (read: possibility of losing said job, should I ever mention it in more than the most anonymous parameters).  It is very shaky ground for people with blogs (no matter how insignificant) and unless I end up making money off of book deals or some other fantastical plot device a lá Julie & Julia just take my word for it that I am in fact gainfully employed and manage to avoid federal prosecution for money laundering every day.  That being said, I recently received what I feel was a much deserved and long overdue promotion.  So snaps for John!  I finally have a title that matches the level of responsibility I undertake.  As you can imagine I'm stoked about this prospect, and have been working hard, brainstorming ways to ensure management never even thinks they may regret their decision.  And that is all I'm going to say on that subject.

Second: Television.  DVR has become a secret lover of mine.  I tell it my wants and desires and it makes sure I can watch people act out those thoughts in ridiculous settings.  My latest poison was a little series called The Real Housewives of Atlanta.  The SOAP FAN recorded a marathon of the entire second season... and I know what you are thinking.  Anyone who knows me personally will attest how much I despise this type of reality show.  But what can I say?  The moment I saw Sherée try to snatch off a wig from a perpetually drunk Kim (even though Sherée swears she just wanted to tug it a little), well, common standards of decency never stood a chance.  Now, I never saw the orange county version, but I was sucked into the second season of this series set in the ATL.  SO.  MUCH.  DRAMA.  And I couldn't look away from the screen.  If you haven't watched this show I highly suggest you go through the internet to find them or... try to glean what you can from Hulu.

Between that show, Glee, V, and Flash Forward honestly I'm amazed I find time to use the restroom and don't just soil myself where I sit.

Third: friends.  I have been really trying hard to bond with the roommates I have acquired even though we have varying schedules.  This meant making myself available during times when I might have been blogging.  Yeah kind of a weak excuse but it is totally valid if you knew my friends.  In fact I have been struggling to accurately describe my roommates but now I think I have a good start.  Let me introduce you:

• The DJ.  I would honestly call him the Alpha male of the group.  He has a no-holds-barred, take-no-prisoners attitude that is both impressive and has (when combined with my sensitive nature) led to a couple of necessary heart-to-heart's so that we don't self destruct on each-other (while this sounds like we are at each other's throats, in reality there were just two minor scuffles and they were both resolved amiably).  His ability to socialize with almost anyone coupled with his panache for spinning great dance music makes him a social force that I am routinely glad is on my side and constantly in awe of.
• The SOAP FAN.  The other roommate of the bunch.  He's fairly low-key, loves watching football and soap operas in equal measure.  His fanatical devotion to Days of Our Lives though is what pushed him over for the handle SOAP FAN.  Biggest thing to say about the SOAP FAN?  Avoids confrontation...  To an extreme.  While it makes it easy to do what I want, I always worry whether he's enjoying himself, because lord knows he would never say otherwise at the moment, but later he'll bitch about it.  But he's totally sweet as peaches and is great to talk with when trying to blow off steam for the day.

I have a couple other people that I may mention in passing but usually their name will provide you with all the description normally necessary for the context of situation (I'm of course mainly referring to the DIVA and the DANCER).  But the roommates will likely be the most mentioned people and warrant a little background story.

So again to my small (tell your friends about me) readership.  Apologies for the delay, but I've been busy and am just now figuring out how to get back on the blogging ball!