“I feel capital! Simply capital!” or, A Preface to a Preamble

Days pass. Weeks turn to months.

Months pass, and still not much comes to mind to say.  

Once upon a time, the location on the internet that you, dear reader, have found was something that your humble author found quite gratifying. It was a fulfilling exercise in a myriad of ways; I gave my writing muscles a work out, interacted with many intelligent and insightful folks, and, generally had a great time with it all. It was a neatly confined little social circle; one which didn’t even require me to leave the comfort of my own living room in order to attend.

Something happened to me, though. I grew discontented. My ever seeking mind led me down different paths, and I soon lost touch with the predominantly faceless friends I had made here.

Oh, I tried to post at least something here and there, but soon found that I wasn’t quite interested in doing things such as posting music videos and songs to the exclusion of exercising my mind by writing. The problem was, there was such a great deal going on in my world (internally and externally) that I could not (and still can’t, it seems) find the words to fully express my experience.

This is my attempt at a “comeback”, if you will. It is to be noted, however, that this “comeback” is likely to be sporadic, if not temporary, and it comes with quite a lengthy preamble (of which this would be the preface).

The bottom line is this, though I have not had much (read anything) to say of late, I have missed interacting with certain bloggers here. I have missed the community feeling that is present here and sorely lacking in other such web-based communities. I have missed the freedom I enjoyed here in being allowed to express my thoughts and not be too terribly bullied by the usual internet thugs (though I do know they lurk even here in the shady places of the ole stream).

I have missed you, my faceless friends, and I have come back here to check in on you all and to let you know that I am still alive (and vividly so, considering). While I am, admittedly, a little worse for wear since the last time our paths crossed, I am feeling, in the words of Powers Boothe as “Curly Bill” in the film Tombstone: “Simply capital!” (As I fire my proverbial six-shooters at the moon in a blissfully drunken stupor). (If you have not seen Tombstone, please forgive my obscure reference (and go watch Tombstone!)

If there is still anyone out there who might check in from time to time on me, thank you for doing so, and please keep checking in. If you’re new to my hovel (affectionately called), welcome and come again.

For now, dear friends, your gentle and loving wayfarer will fade back into the dusky shadows and bid you all adieu, until the morrow (or, perhaps the morrow after that) in hopes that this ethereal letter finds you all in good spirits and health, and with the solemn promise of at least one more such communiqué in the very nearest of futures possible.

With the utmost love, admiration, and respect to all of you,

Peace,

wayfarer

Powers Boothe as the all but loveable outlaw "Curly Bill" Brocious.