September 5

Hello, world.

I'm back. Miss me?

(Don't answer that.)

I was just inspired to write something after a few months hiatus. Unfortunately said inspiration far surpasses anything that was ever written in this "blog" so know ahead of time you're not going to be impressed.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get down to brass tacks...

Wow, that didn't take too long to draw a blank. How about we pick up where we left off. Since June 5:

• I've worked.
• I've filmed.
• I've edited.
• Tori's internship at Genesys has gone and passed - she should be driving into California as I'm typing this.
• I finally bought a new computer (a sexy 27", quad-core iMac) that is working better than I imagined.
• The Tigers went from leading the AL Central at All-Star break to...
• College football has started.
• I've seen some great films.
• Listened to some great music.
• Hung out with some great friends.
• Played cards with some great family.
• I found yet ANOTHER Hallmark card that makes you think out-loud, "People actually send these." (Yes, I bought it.)
• I've smiled.

Here's a little sample of what this summer has brought:

I love editing.

Fun times, indeed. Now when am I going to buy that T2i? (Shut up, Rhett.)

After this post is published, I'm pretty sure I've paid more attention to this blog more than I have my facebook account. Oh, social networks.

I'm sitting here listening to The Bens while caught in a cross-breeze thanks to two windows on opposite sides of the room. What a summer day. Beautiful. I love the cooler weather, which is probably why Fall is my favorite season. The past week has felt more like mid-October than early September. Still, you'll get no complaints from this guy. Tell me, what else do you really need?

You wonder if Bailey is ever going to stop barking to go outside, then come inside, then outside, then inside, then outside, then inside, then... You'd think by now she'd realize she isn't allowed to take her 36" rawhide passed the sliding mesh screen. I'll give that dog one thing, it's persistent. Or dumb. Let's go with the happy medium and call her stubborn. Then again, what would you expect a beagle/basset hound mixed animal to be?

Don't you love it when you've got the music playing in the background and one of your favorite songs come up on the playlist?

And now for something completely different:

I love Zingerman's, too. Mmmmm.

Well, here's the deal. From now on, when I feel like throwing in a random blog post, I will. No more set schedule or once-every-day mandate. I think we can all agree the "writing" suffers almost as much as the reader's attention span when I do that. And that's not fun for anyone.

Good evening, good afternoon, or good morning - depending on where you're reading this,

B

P.S. - I will stand on a mountain and scream this until my lungs need a good air-compressor: "Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son about his Father" is the SADDEST documentary (MOVIE for that matter) you will EVER see; but it's SO FREAKING GOOD! More than 2 years later I'm still saying this. Rhett and I have come to the conclusion if you get through it without crying at least 3 separate times, you probably find pleasure in drowning puppies. Who DOES THAT!? I hope this horrible tidbit of news doesn't take away from the fact that "Dear Zachary" is amazing. Goodnight, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

Just start tearing up now. Get warmed up.