Embarcation

Well, it's been three years now since the last time I posted a blog entry. I quit because, well, I ran out of things to say--or, more precisely, I got 'outrage fatigue' and the things I had to say seemed to stop running out of me.

Sure, the first year--Rantavation 1.0 on the original blogger and version 2.0 on wordpress--I was completely addicted: the need to pretend to be heard, the need to see if anyone was actually hearing me, the constant passion of outrage. Like any other addict, it cost me. My time, my job, (indirectly) and maybe even some of my sanity.

Then I was given time away from the world (see: job, lost), some time to think, and I was never able to get back to the same level of...passion? need? Interest?

I tried for another year. Version 2.5 went ok...until I got really busy remodeling the house (I had time on my hands) but I started to see that all I was doing was beating my head against the wall about the same shit, day after day. I walked away again for three, maybe four months--tried to come back to it again for version 3.0, but by then it was really over.

And boy, in the interim, nothing (that I was bitching about) has changed. So I'm parking that car, taking the keys, and leaving that road to people that haven't yet given up the fight. My energy, such that it may be (and sitting here looking at this empty page, I question my real level of devotion) will be directed in other ways.

I might (sky fairy forbid) come near some of those old topics--but it better be few and far between. Because I'm going to make a contract with myself to leave those subjects alone or I'm going to give up writing again. In fact, I'm going to stay far enough away from that topic that I'm only mentioning it once in this whole post--otherwise it shall remain only hinted at in whispers.

No, I'm going to write about the other things that, five years ago, I had originally thought about covering (outside of That Which Remains Unnamed)--building stuff, life, education, football (the round one, not the pointy one), and other incantations of modern kulture.

Ok, mom. Can I be done now?

Oh, right--one last thing. The other requirement is that I don't do this from, you know, work.