The Return...

[chair_biscuit]

Perhaps it's been a long time coming, or perhaps it's the sheer boredom of  living by myself that has brought me back to this place.  I mean, are LJ's even relevant anymore?  The microblog seems to be taking over more and more by the day.  Of course I have one, twitter, that is, but I update my facebook more compulsively than meth addict with OCD.  A lot has changed in the Chair_Biscuit complex and as I peruse my previous posts I have the daunting task of staying somewhat comparable to them.  I suppose being in college and writing more had the side effect of making me more articulate.  Well, I'm dusting off these muscles, as it's the only way to stay relevant and witty.  Writing makes one a better speaker.  Not to say that I drool and stutter when I speak now, but the flow of language is so fun and sometimes I feel like my lip canoe is stuck in a stammering sandbar.  Coming back to this journal now is ironic.  Not in a 'flaunt my name' kind of way, but because I've finished a chapter of my life that I only want to recount with stories from my memory.  If I'm anything like my father (pictured at side) I will have no problem recounting the last couple years adventures with rich detail and vibrant context well into my 60's.  At about the point I left you I was in the throws of college and young romantic infatuation.  Then there were some adventures, from about July 2006-February 2009, and now I'm here conquering the humdrum of modern society everyday from about 6:45 to 5:30.  So you might wonder (The 'you' I'm probably referring to is myself in about 4 years when I come back to this singular entry) why come back now?  I'm traveling down different avenues of creativity, apart from music, and this is a good place to stretch and warm my self back up (ironic toaster).  Welcome to the gun show, please check your grandparents at the door.

-TheIronicToaster

Post Script

-If I spit at the speed of light...would you even give a shit to the answer of that question?