Here's to blowing off the cobwebs

If this blog was a building, it would be collecting moss and all sorts of pests by now. If it was a CD, it would be at the bottom of the bargain bin (though I'd like to think it would sell more copies than Steve Brookstein). The distance between each entry has expanded at the same rate as Penélope Cruz's waistline.

This doesn't sit well with me, dudes and dudettes, so I'd like to bridge the gap with this little forget-me-not, which will put me under pressure to ensure I resume my pointless rambling on here very soon. Excited? I don't blame you.