nos·talgic (-jk) adj. -- A bittersweet longing for things of the past

A couple of years ago, back when I first started blogging (as a Xanga-whore), I tried deeply to have purpose to my entries. I was political, but I didn't really enjoy ranting about it too much. Instead I went the route of the pop-culture junkie. Kind of like the character Rob from Nick Hornby's book "High Fidelity", I would want to quantify and review everything cultural either using bulleted/numbered lists or slightly retarded rating systems. Well, that and make thinly-veiled racist remarks about Teresa's Korean husband (she liked that pic so much she hung it up in her desk at our college newspaper). However, Xanga was/is the breeding ground of really bad teen cliques (Dawson's Creek/The O.C webrings), so I abandoned blogging for good (or so I thought at the time).

As I started my new job, I quickly became agitated about how process driven IT work is. I felt every last bit of creative oomph sucked out of me after just a few weeks. So the blog got restarted with a new name and new ambitions. I thought I could write witty pseudo-humorous essays kind of in the mold of Sedaris or Eggers, but that just wasn't me. The closest thing I came to an actual essay was about Socialist Fraggles. Most of the time, it's just typical brain droppings, though.

Anyhow, I think I'll get back to doing the occasional review, starting with my brother's blog. I rate it one gay Skeletor as he never feels the need to update or drink pitchers of beer with me anymore. Well, all the dribblings have passed from my brain to fingertips/keyboard, so I'm ending this now before I end up with a Pop's narrative. Hope everyone is having a superlative day.