I Am Intrigued...

...at the idea of Mommies and Daddies uniting in blogdom. I often wonder what's going on with all of you in the City, and yes, even with Jeremey in Colorado (although I see Jeremey more of the Uncle Traveling Matt from "Fraggle Rock" sort, someone whom I will hear from sporadically at best, but who will enamor me with stories of faraway lands, like Aspen and Buffalo. Thus, he is exonorated from my spite for never replying to my emails). To whom do I owe credit for this idea? Further, who is behind the screenames on here? Aside from Jeremey and Shiloh, I can't figure any out.

Despite not keeping in great touch with many of you, you are all missed intensely. Plattsburgh, despite what you may think, is not all that exciting. To give you an idea, I offer this: think of Burlington. Okay, do you have an image? Good. Now think of Burlington without culture and hippies, but with Nascar jackets and window decals, and lots of Budweiser. Having said that, you're all more than welcome to come and visit should my parents ever leave town for a weekend or longer. That stipulation is there because it has to be. I live at home.

If you've been curious, here's what's new:
-I dropped out of graduate school after one week of classes. The "pros" associated with this decision are as follows: I can once again retreat to the garage at night, sploof in hand, as supply allows (which it doesn't), I received a full refund of tuition and books, and I get to loaf around a while longer. The "cons" are: oodles of free time, no money, and no job (yet).
-I was in Ithaca two weekends ago for a Keller Williams show at the State Theater. Keller was fascinating, but his band was shit. Ithaca has become part of corporate America, although The Commons are still relatively untouched, save for a Subway and a Starbucks. 214 Coddington is still pink and brown, and perhaps inhabited by transients, raccoons, and the soft echoes of Ab Brown yelling, "How can you live like this?!" and the soft, angry swoosh of a wet-mop gliding over a marred tile floor.
-My niece no longer refers to me as "Semen" as she has gained the ability to pronounce her T's and V's. I am both thankful and saddened by her growing ability to speak like a normal human being.

Keep writing, because it's fun to hear about all your shenanigans and gin hangovers (who was that, anyway?). I haven't been drunk since New Years (I don't recall much of New Years, aside from being in New Hampshire, so there's a chance I wasn't really drunk that evening), so a trip to New York is in order. Travelocity is having fare sales from Burlington, and Char and Dave are leaving soon. Plus, I haven't seen Erin since she's been back from Southeast Asia, and that's sad. I saw Michael in Syracuse in January, but Michael in Syracuse isn't Michael in New York (he was tired, and his gaze was fixed on the television because he hadn't watched it in two weeks). Excuses to leave the Platt are arising, and I must soon abide.

Winter is almost over, thank Christ.