It’s been a sad while since I’ve been able to give this blogging-thing the respect it deserved, and to be honest, I’ve missed writing. Missed having an outlet to contemplate the state of my world. I even found myself on multiple occasions constructing posts in my head of things I wanted to write about or would discuss when I finally had the chance to do more than ‘just keep breathin’. Starting with that amazing Tom Cruise Scientology video… I mean, seriously, wth? Is he on something? Did he ingest too many of Morpheus’s red pills? At first I thought he had to be joking, but no, he’s dead serious. I had to giggle to keep from stabbing myself with a letter opener as he ‘humbly’ informed the world of his desire to help his fellowman. If you have taken the few minutes, please watch the video. Try and keep up with his acronyms; it’s more than a tad bit creepy, and I’ll pay money to anyone who can decipher his ranting.

Moving on, in case you haven’t gotten my not-so-subtle hints, the Packers my Packers are in the NFC Championship game on Sunday, and the best part… I get to be with my dad and brother to cheer them on (unlike this past week where I was stuck at work refreshing text in a web browser). I’m really not sure there’s enough space in the house for the three of us to watch the same game, but hopefully Brett will deliver one of his masterpieces and the post-game celebration will be that much sweeter because I will be with the two cheeseheads I love most. I probably should be concerned about the man-crush my brother has on Brett, but then again my dad and I feel the same way. Maybe the love is genetic? Then, the Pack will be heading to my neck of the woods for Superbowl XLII in Glendale, Az.

As for work… nevermind. Let’s not go there. It’ll just be easier on us all if that four-letter word is left alone. But, oh, oh, oh! Tomorrow night is Ryan Adams night. Jeff and I are leaving midday tomorrow to make sure we meet up with Zac in Tucson and get to will-call earlier enough to get in and see any surprise pre-set Ryan might deliver. Apparently, he played a five-song acoustic set in Tulsa on Wednesday before he and The Cardinals came out to start the show. All in all, he played something like 31 in his two sets. Maybe Zac’s 93 song dream setlist wasn’t so crazy. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Miss Sunflower and Come Pick Me Up. I’m sure you’ll be hearing more post-show.I’m harboring a few developing topics of conversation that should eventually materialize into posts in the next few days, so be prepared. As for anything else that needs to be said, TGIF (almost) and don’t forget to chant in chorus with me on Sunday… Go Pack, Go! Go Pack, Go!