Failure Indeed

The revelation that failure comes easy is hardly shocking to me, and the fact that I'm currently in the process of failing drastically at my second attempt at blogging comes as little surprise...particularly because I'm involved in it.

Months have come and gone since my last post, carrying with them Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years Day, and almost certainly a few more Canadian and European holidays that I'm not even thinking about (quite possibly due to my insensitivity toward other cultures). I've moved from the seedy side of town to next door to the church I grew up in (leading to some particularly interesting internal conflict regarding taking my dog to play in the back yard of the church and yet finding all sorts of fun and creative reasons to leave my favorite spot on the pew conspicuously vacant every Sunday), thrown away all sorts of stuff that got ruined in the rain due primarily due to my laziness (though in all actuality, it's probably a good thing), been turned down for a job that I wanted but couldn't afford to accept, and finally played the nepotism card in an attempt to get a different job that is more likely in tune with my financial needs.

I do all of this, and still my muse doesn't strike me on the head with a mallet as she once did on a regular basis. My free time on my days off (with the exception of recently, due to a spur of activity in unpacking from the recent aforementioned move) is consumed almost entirely by going balls-deep into World of Warcraft, running through a dream world of magic plagued by a nearly endless war (who would have guessed, given the title of the game?) and even taking an active and lead role in a guild of over 150 people. I've been graciously handed a section of the guild's website (which for now can be found here, but I wouldn't at all be surprised to see the domain change sometime soon) with which I can regail the guild members with tales of the one thing I know better than most: Failure against insurmountable odds.

I'm hoping that the spark that fuels my tale-telling there will leave something of itself in my mind and in turn fuel something here. I do so hate to waste this webspace, so I invite you to look at the sad puppy in my banner, and think about things.

Do it for the puppy.
I'ma gonna get dat sternum.