Well, that lasted long.

Pictured: Several of the rocks I've been hiding under.

I intend to be up and running, clogging your feeds with YouTube links and some reference to baked good or another in the next few days. Until then, I give you the entry I had meant to post about three weeks ago. Progress is progress.

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Hello, kids. I'm a bad blogger and I know it. My constant dry spells and subsequent need for forgiveness are just part of my charm though, right? It was near-August when I last posted. Oops. Here are a few things I've learned since then.

-An instrument tuned to A440 'makes you a little nervous'. (Thank you, Steve Lindley.)

-Couples love me. I don't know what it is, ladies and gentlemen, but something about me puts romantic duos in a giving mood. Give me your spare water bottle? Sure. Let me move to the front row of the concert? But of course. Swipe me through when my MetroCard isn't working? Don't give it another thought.

-Teaching hospitals are considerably less fun than an episode of Scrubs when you're on the patient-side of things.*

-It is possible for me to send several letters to the wrong addresses. Twice.

-Rabbit is delicious.

-Telling your brain to shut up when a situation is entirely out of your hands will make for a much more enjoyable time. I mean, there's nothing you can do about potentially being trapped on a island, is there?

-Road rage is easier to manage with a rubber orca in the passenger's seat.

-Airport security personnel really appreciate winter-wear.

-Finding the ridiculous nightshirt of your dreams is well worth the risk of bed bugs.

-I am just as gullible as I was at five. Creator of that Mars hoax, you broke my heart.

Follower Love-Fest #12: Z

I love the mystery of Z. One letter is all you need, and it's just the right one when A-Y just won't do. Z is, as his (her? I really don't know.) picture will show, is a leather-clad warrior who is liable to take your ass down a peg or two if you so much as look at his Beanie Baby collection the wrong way.

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*This one will come up again in our next edition, too. El ohh el.

Anyway, I'm trying out this new thing where I'm a truly productive member of society. I get up early, eat wholesome breakfasts, get all my work done, am highly involved in extracurriculars--all that kind of stuff. Or, at least, that's the idea. We'll see how it works out.

No more excuses.

Hey, folks. Okay. Back and ready for business.

Since my last post, I

-had very little Internet access

-thought Mortimer the Mac was dead. Again.

-was able to revive the little bastard. (Might change his name to Lazarus. It's a thought.)

-caught a crazy-bad case of strep throat out of nowhere.

-mostly recovered from said illness, thanks to many pills and daytime TV.

-got my first adult American passport.

Please feel free to finish the sentence with any of those options, since they're all true.

I find the last one the most exciting/scary bananas because it means that I can no longer escape my fate as an adult, at least in the eyes of the United States government.

Yeah, well tell that to my steady diet of ice pops and chicken soup.

It is really exciting, though.

So, now I'm going to read your blogs until the one title I know of for next year's reading list arrives in the mail.

Awww yeah.

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Follower Love-Fest #11: Alegra

Alegra's blog, Dollface is Candysweet, is one of the first that I clicked the friendly little 'Follow' button on. It must be said, first and foremost, that she is a Grade A cutie-patootie, and I don't mind saying so. Her closet is nothing short of enviable. Or is it her style? Hell, it's probably both. Pluse, she's funny as hale. Case and point: 'i can also never leave the house without my primark denim shirt. it does to me what american apparel does to other people. it makes me think i'm cool.' Did you laugh? Of course you did. Oh, and her DVD collection (it's her background in most outfit posts) is worthy of some mouth-dropping, too.