Back To The Grill Again

This long dormant blog was once a source of joy. You read it, you loved it, you checked it - and it was always there for you.

We've grown up together. Not like family, lovers or colleagues, but the way you grow up with movies and records; the very things this space was intended to get hyped about.

To anyone reading for the first time, yes, I realize the last paragraphlette is reason enough to stop for ever.

Do not stop.

Until we can paint the store and build new shelves, we are back at this address.

The glut of mediocrity on the internet is no reason to pause. Be not intimidated by the hubris of the weak. Get what you have to give because they do not, or can not, or never will.

Grab your drink, walk over to the internet and say anything. It doesn't matter, she wants to talk to you. After she's left your apartment/office/playroom while you are in the shower, see a doctor if it burns, call her if she left a number, but smile at the exercize.

Our culture is too fat. Get up, indulge and work it off.

Liposuction for the fat egos of the new "me" newbies.

Tricks and tweets.

This is not about me.

This is not about you.

It's not a break-up, it's a break.

Dance to the break.

The break is the inexplicably short part of the permanent record.

We still grill.

The Trillness is not fatal, but it will not be cured.

Cure meat.

Sniff at the sickness.

Sew your patches on.

Smell the paint.

Breathe out.

Hit send.

It can only get better.