News of My Death

I'm not actually dead. The news of my (blog) death have been greatly exaggerated.

[The expression derives from the popular form of a longer statement by the American writer, Mark Twain, which appeared in the New York Journal of 2 June 1897: ‘The report of my death was an exaggeration’. The correction was occasioned by newspaper accounts of Twain’s being ill or dead. At the time, Twain’s cousin James Ross Clemens was seriously ill in London, and appears that some reports confused him with Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain).]

So. .what happened? Not a lot of adventuring has been happening, really. Nothing that is terribly interesting or that I could find a ton of incite about.

I did adopt Lucky - by the way. He's my full-time cat.

Lucky

Oh, and upgraded my phone to a Motorola Droid Razr Maxx

*Angels singing*

Let see - oh, and this happened in the middle of Red Rock Canyon in Nevada.:

I did say "yes" by the way

I need to decide if I want to keep going with this blog or not. While writing is great fun to me, I don't always have topics. And I often get lazy and choose not to do anything with it.

So, while I debate the future - you go back to surfing.