Triumphant Return of Triumph...

I return to this blog five months after its inception to continue what I started. No, this won't be a "once every five months" kind of deal. At least I don't think it will. I make no guarantees at any rate, but I predict it will be closer to a once a week deal. So, let me reaffirm my commitment to the 21st century practice of blogging to no one in particular with a poem...

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"The Continuing Adventures of a Band
of Dastardly Young Gentlemen Who
Have Nothing of Interest
to Do on a Sunday
Afternoon"



What do you want to do?
I do not know;
What do you want to do?

Stage Directions

I got the idea to start this blog from two awesome people I know, TJ Schley and Allie Howard, who have some fantastic blogs of their own (check em out if you have a moment, they're definitely worth a read). I don't really know what the purpose of the blog is just yet. I'm not sure what kind of things will end up in here or how I'll approach anything (though I expect some poetry, random musings, and interesting quotes will end up here); but I've always had a hankering to write, and I've always needed somewhere to keep the stuff I've written... so...

On a more blog oriented note, the title is a work in progress. I see it as a sort of tribute to my Shakespeare class *fist pump* and props to the Bard himself. In case you're not familiar (I wasn't until last week) the title is a line of stage directions from The Winter's Tale. Dude lays a baby on the ground, moans about life and the cruelty of their situations, then gets chased off stage by a bear and eaten.

So, keeping with the title of my blog and this post, this is what an average collection of daily stage directions would look like for me:

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Act 1, Scene 1 (Entitled: Struggle with Myself): My bed, in my room, with me laying in it.

*Blinky Confused Look*

*Check Phone... No Text, Just Alarm... Hit Snooze*

*Blinky Confused Look*

*Check Phone... No Text, Just Alarm... Hit Snooze... Throw Phone*

*Blinky Confused Look*

*Reach for Phone... No Phone... Insert Crude Monologue...*

*Roll Gracefully Out of Bed... Land Ungracefully on the Floor... Feel Face... Nose Intact*

*Do Twenty Pushups*

*Turn Head to Left... Find Sock Under Bed*

*Sit Up*

*Place Sock on Left Foot... Crinkle Nose... Remove Sock... Put Sock on Right Foot...*

*Find Other Sock... Put Left Foot Sock on Left Foot*

*Stand*

*Survey the Damage and Pick Up: Shirt off floor, shorts out of basket, phone from behind trunks, three pennies off bookshelf*

*Walk to Door... Grab Doorknob... Locked In... Contemplate Unlocking Door vs. Returning to Bed... Open Door*

[Exeunt]