I started this blog a long time ago. I had aspirations. I had dreams. I was going to be the best blogger the world had ever seen. But the bottom line is: blogging is hard. Sure, I always have crap to say, most of it unintelligible garbage or fart noises, but the problem is finding time to share it with the world. I have two kids, two dogs, an overzealous passion for accumulating Star Wars memorabilia, comic books, and now even freaking G.I. Joes (don't know how that happened), and lots and lots of excuses for why I don't write here very often.
So here's the deal. I will give this a go again, and try so desperately to undo decades of perfecting laziness, in order to make my reader (singular) happy. I will ultimately fail. In about a week, I will no longer give two shits and a handshake about this blog, and will return to my normal routine of taking pictures of Darth Vader toys I acquire, try to get caught up on comic reading, try to find socially acceptable ways in which to dunk fried mozzarella sticks into nacho cheese sauce, and peruse action figure forums on my laptop whilst taking a dump. That's just how it's going to be. I'm not proud of it. Well, kind of. You should see some of the sweet Vader stuff I've gotten in recently.
So here's to a great....ehhhh...3, maybe 4 blog entries, tops. Just enough so that Brian will quit riding me like an old Huffy bicycle with a banana seat and a sissy bar.
