Twenty-Something back on the scene

Back on the blogging scene. Yes, that's right it's yet another "I'm back" post, putting me well above Lazarus but with some ground to make up on the Phoenix in the rebirth league table.

I make far too many promises, to myself as well as others. Not only is the number of promises I make infeasible, but it is coupled with the utterly herculean nature of some of the tasks I promise to perform.

In truth, the things I vow to do are not out of my reach: I have the ability, but the application is sadly lacking. However, I had promised to return to the blogosphere and here I am. One thing off the list. Sustaining my interest in this journal will not be easy, though. As my rest period slips inexorably into full-blown unemployment, viable topics of discussion become thin on the ground. I've been mentally composing rants against those things that irk me but I'm in a demographic of one on these issues and would lose what little readership I have if I were to tell you my grievances in these areas. I've also had designs on writing short stories or philosophical treatises, but the plot won't fall together and the existentialism has been rehashed here over and over again.

(If you're playing Dan's blog bingo, or some associated drinking game, you should have "return to blogosphere", "apologises for quality of blog", "pretends like he has a readership" and "takes self-deprecation too far". Simply because I assume you would like a full house I'll use the word love but I will spare you a disquisition on the subject. I assume that love was the uber-word, requiring some sort of cocktail of doom, comprising at least 8 different drinks including that 40% proof cider and a pint of absinthe. Suitably sozzled you may even thank me for pointing out that in the course of this last paragraph we've also covered "over-use of punctuation", "using big words just for the sake of it" and "puts far too long passages of text in brackets".)

At any rate, I've written my first post of 2013, I invite you to read half-way through it and give up: that's what I did whilst writing it. The paradox being that to have read this you would have to have perservered beyond half-way, you poor lost soul.