A friend lovingly informed me that it has been over a week since my last post. It is, in fact, bordering on two. So it's only right that I thrust myself back into the white light of blogging with a post about why (to a certain extent) I haven't been writing.
For a long time, almost as long as I can remember, this blog was fueled by anger. Anger, as we learned from the X-Men series, can be a powerful tool. The unfortunate thing for you, dear reader, is that I became exceedingly happy. You may have even read about it. As a result my writing has stalled. I took a break to let myself decompress and explore a world that was alien to me. I also tried desperately to get back a modicum of routine in my life. In that respect I've failed miserably. There are days I wander aimlessly through the streets of Chicago (probably not the safest of hobbies) or throw myself into obscure topics. But I haven't had the same urge to Blog! Blog! Blog! that I once had. It used to be a little morsel of knowledge would stumble into my life and it would be here after a flurry of fingers striking keys. Not sure why this was born out of hatred, but it was. However, there is a second lesson that we learned from the X-men series. Although powerful, hate is sometimes not enough. We need to pull from a different place to understand true power. A place of love, even. Thankfully I still love advertising (however strange that may be). I still love interesting things and the pursuit of them. This is a very long-texted way of apologizing for my radio silence. And a promise that the things to come will be from a brighter place than they were in the past. Thanks, as always, for reading. You make this thing worth writing.