Yay. Placeholder blog post. Literally only doing anything at the moment because one member of an old peer group is also still assailing this mist.

Though my shit's been far less tumultuous over the last four years, I feel obligated to at least sound check the chasm.

Yeah, it feels okay. I used to write a lot. I used to like it. I can do it again.

Pseudoproof: I found a notebook that has preliminary research for the last handful of celeb interviews I did at USD. It also had class notes. And notes for op-eds I wanted to write but never sensed the audience for. And terrible, rough sketches for plays.

The freebie heroin taste you get is this: I apparently made my own mnemonic for the order of epochs for an earth science. Paleocene, Eocene, Oligocene, Miocene, Pliocene, Pleistocene, Holocene. For whatever, that's from most recent to most distant. Anyhow, that boiled down to PEOMPPH, which I remembered via "Porn ends on my penis; penis hard."

I was a crafty one all right.