It's not baaad... It's purdy good!

Ahoy.

Whenever I decide to get back in the swing of things and post regularly, it seems as though what ends up actually happening is I compose some new rambling in which I declare how much I miss posting regularly, and then I move on to some epiphany or other I had recently, spirits soar, eyes water, hugs are exchanged- Jubilee baby, yeah!

And then I take a breather for a third of a year.

I grow so very tired of this pattern, I am weary of it and so many other emergent patterns, all of them nothing more than worn pathways through detritus I've been too lazy or fearful to blast away. Not so much an excavation as demolition. I'm tired of being tired at the thought of seizing initiative and changing things for the better. Tired of the fear of putting into words the misgivings I feel, of even outright thinking them. Tired of conjuring excuses for others, as well as for myself.

That may have seemed a bit much for having previously been discussing how I don't post that often. My mind, she runs on tangents, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was tangential pure. Having said that, perhaps its fit to proclaim: I'll start writing on a regular basis again. And to explore said tangent once more, I'll be laying waste each and every lethargic, fractured, and imfirm pattern I come across; they've held me back for long enough and all's I wanna do is thrash.

To explore the nooks and crannies of another tangent, I'd like to draw attention to some commendable persons; Zach Johnson, being one. He and I have been bros for many moons now, and we have weathered some trying episodes over said moons (mostly due to my own frakk-ups), but I'd like to think that the cumulative endurance we have mustered has whittled away the dross and the debris and left two pretty righteous dudes amidst the rubble. Few people have ever made me laugh as hard as Zach has, or discovered with me as many granules of pure amongst the dregs of mundanity and savored each so fully. He truly is my best friend; I love that guy, and I wish I had done a better job of showing him that over the years.
Joel Amundson is another portrait of Purity, a stalwart champion of goodness and hilarity, unswerving in his loyalty, and dedicated to his bros. He, too, deserves much better than what I have given him.
Kristin Heesen has borne witness to so much change over the past six years it kinda blows my mind she can still tolerate me. She is enormously, enormously talented, but she seems to think she's horribly uninformed, but I love filling her in on... Pretty much anything that comes to mind. Don't know who the Misfits are? No worries, I'll give you the lowdown on every single they released from 1977 to 1983, ecstatically. And no one else gets as genuinely creeped out during a horror movie as she does, to my infinite amusement. Kristin carries my highest commendation, fer shizz up the spout.
Jon Taube is another righteous dude who doesn't get enough credit, be it for his heart-on-his-sleeve conviction, his universal love for all of humanity... His Star Wars tattoos... Jon over the years has helped me to change for the better along my way to becoming who I am, and he merits so much more than I have visited upon him.
Arielle Petrie has always been a bulwark against the forces of Lame, unafraid to leap into the fray and bust some skulls for the Good Guys. I wish I could reciprocate more for the multitudinous times she has served as crying shoulder/confidante/brain trust/outlet for impotent rage, ha ha.
Eric Jackson is undoubtedly one of the funniest dudes I've ever befriended, and is constantly teeming with ideas, all of them brilliant. He has a profundity few can match, and never really gave up on me, which speaks so highly of his character. The same goes for Tim Spangler, a genuinely honest and decent young man, seemingly so soft spoken, yet an animated actor who steals the show each time. He gives his all to his every endeavour and sticks by you no matter what.
David Shay is a monument to Radical. He towers over the minutiae of everyday boring experience and exemplifies an ethos which is very dear to me: if you love Life, the Ordinary becomes the Extraordinary. Each one of these people I have drawn attention to in at least some small part demonstrates this maxim through their passion and their enthusiasm, and has helped to show me that Life is Good. Not purdy Good. REALLY good. Despite tribulations and ordeals and insignificant drama that unfolds regularly (but doesn't actually amount to even cosmic dust when it comes down to it), Life is beautiful, and mine is all the more so because of my friends.

There- that's much more all-encompassing; I think everyone can be happy now. Until next time, don't take any wooden nickels, and never stop seeking fantasticity!

Love,
Ian