it's new year's eve. somewhere.

greetings from gate 50 of the edmonton "international" airport. i am awaiting a red-eye flight to toronto. as i sit in the lego-land environs of this airport, i ruminate on why, exactly, did i stop blogging here on the eve of the us presidential election? so much has happened since.

the mcpain went away. sort-of. palin is going to be interviewed new year's eve on "the hour with george stroumboulopoulos", turkeys were senselessly slaughtered behind palin's back. literally. and bristol and levi are proud parents to a bouncing baby boy named Tripp Easton Mitchell Johnston (yes, f'real!) (i find the close proximity of eaSTON and johnSTON to be an aural affront). obama won the presidential election with authority. stephen "lego-hair" harper prorogued parliament. (and internet searches for "prorogue" hit an all-time high).

through all of this, i remained unblogging. apart from the foibles of politics, many whine-worthy things happened to me. so many, actually, that they have all blurred into one big whine-and-sourkraut sandwich. and yet, no self-inflated, run-on ruminations from me.

i don't know why i stopped. i think it's like the gym. i didn't go one day and then i didn't go for three months. but instead of the "exercising more" resolution i made which may or may not have aired on "good morning america"*, i am resolving to blog.

blog loud. blog proud. blog it out.

* this did in fact happen. d.b. and i were on our way to see a show on broadway. we were in the thick of time's square. we were stopped by a camera crew and interviewer. she asked me if i had time for an interview. of course i had time for an interview. i always have time for my public. she asked me what i was planning to resolve to do. i said the usual -- going to the gym, taking better care of my health. she offered me one of two props: 1) a jump rope and 2) a barbell. i took the barbell and was asked to get an "early start" on my resolution. so there i was, pumping iron (or maybe just hard plastic) on the air. i looked straight into the camera, slowly curled my bicep and said "feeeeeeel the burnnnnnnn, feeeeeel the burn." just ask d.b. she was there.