The dad is still with me. He heads home Monday and we are going out into the outback this weekend. This is what I would normally do, so it is no biggie.

I am not sick of doing this weblog. I enjoy it, but I have to admit, I am in a spot where I can't (comfortably) write about the stuff I actually want to write about. The family drama is a big part of it, and to go that step of simply writing publicly what I think privately about the going's on in my fam is a step too far for me at this point. I could probably throw a few record reviews in here and be doing something I like, but other than that, everything else I want to get off the chest is stuff I am simply too scared to do yet. Once you write it, it's out there, and ya can't take it back.

Of course, if I ever expected to write anything of any import, I would have to solve this Asher Lev problem. I suppose it will come (it is easier to write about people when they're dead, but my family is still decades away from that - at least it appears that way, barring a calamity.) I realize that the inability to write about this juiciest of stuff is about the same as failing to get a woodrow going when yer ladyfriend is primed and ready to roll you like yo' back ain't got no bones...trust me, I hate the idea of letting the moment pass without doing anything with all that is going on, but for now, I just can't.

Maybe someday. Well, definitely someday. If I can't make myself do that stuff, this will become more pointless than it has of late. Anyway...if anything cool happens this weekend, I will pass it on. If not, I will likely stay on my spotty posting schedule for a bit (I haven't done a music thing in months and I am sitting on a literal TON of stuff to post on...that will likely come no matter what.)

Til then chums, take care of yourself...and each other.