Last Call

It's been awhile. As I sit down late in the evening, I'm contemplating exactly why I haven't written a blog post. I've been writing, yes, but not here. Not on the tubes. I've been shying away for some time, between bouts of calm meditation and exercise on one end, drunken fueled orgies of excess on the other. Business as usual, I guess, but the sway between the two states seems to be greater than usual, especially the last few months. New job, new friends (as well as old ones), small trips and cooking experiments have left me little time to entertain you all. Let me explain.

I was going to write about how I had lost a lot of my writing to this infernal site. You see, there seems to be an issue between the mobile app and blogger's page, and it had reverted copy to the blog that were unedited or incomplete. In some cases it had deleted many paragraph and much humour. Google's free little service may not be the best place to host these words.

I was going to write about the current devastation in Calgary, my former home, my home for over ten years. I was going to express my love for the city and the good times that took place. Calgary welcomed many of my 'first's' and brought me more friends than I could shake a stick at. Calgary was so good to me that I've turned down more opportunities than most people get in a lifetime. I even shed a tear into my Manhattan when I saw the extent of the flood.

I even have a post written about the difference between Edmonton and Calgary, my own personal 'Battle of Alberta', although I've only lived in this city for less than a year (hint: Edmonton is very nice, but Calgary still wins by a nose or two). I was also going to talk about my biases regarding this decision, but the truth is a good portion of the blog disappeared.

So why am I writing? Because I've come to conclusion that I'm done with the blog. For now, at least. I'd like to say that it was a tough call, but truthfully, it was not. A small factor was when a voice in my head spoke out as I was writing and said Are people going to like this? For me, that was a slippery slope between being a writer and being an entertainer. And although entertainment is good, writing about dolphin sex was a little too base as well as not going to win me a Pulitzer. Not to mention I can only play the monkey when I'm hammered and that's starting to wear thin.

It wasn't you, dear reader, all six of you. Nor was it the cause mentioned above, to be honest. To be perfectly frank, it is because of the computer. I could go into detail, but it's getting past my bedtime. Long story short, I spend eight to ten hours a day at work in front of a computer and the last thing I want to do when I get home is spend more time on here. I want to cook. I want to write. I want to read books, take walks and go jog around for a bit. I want to learn origami and go to scotch tastings. I want to suck in some life, now that it's summer, and every moment I'm sitting here is making me slightly ill and less interesting.

So, for now, I bid adieu. Last call was twelve minutes ago and I'm getting up early to make a fantastic breakfast with turkey, spinach and eggs. Maybe one day I'll get around to getting some stuff back on the web. But it won't be until the snow hits and I'm stuck inside. Even then, I may instead buy snowshoes.

Sincerely

The Illustrious Mr. Charlton

p.s. I'm going to be hitting up Calgs for two weeks in August. You people let me know what the score is.