Why a Blog Post Can Be a Placeholder

Yeah, it's like clockwork.  Dan starts blog.  Dan writes 10-ish delightful posts.  Dan then disappears as if he's a ghost (HALLOWEEN REFERENCE!  TOPICAL!).  And then he apologizes profusely as if it'll never happen again.  But it will.  I don't want it to, but I know it'll happen at some point.  Maybe I get sick.  Or really busy at work.  Or I hit a rut of depression (stay tuned for those delightful posts, I'll talk about the battle with the disease I feel like doesn't exist but know deep down it does because I suffer it every 6-8 weeks and it sucks).  But regardless of why I stop posting, please know I want this to continue.  I really do.  I feel like writing regularly helps keep my mind fresh.  Exercises my comedy muscles, which I hope to one day flex for money.  And then use those comedy muscles to star in hit 80's action films, then become comedy muscle governor of California.  Then cheat on my wife with the maid with my comedy muscle penis.  Then ignore the comedy muscle child we make.  This plan is poorly thought out, but previously successful so... let's do it.

Anyway, I've got a lot on my plate - writing trivia, job hunting, networking, and apartment hunting.  Yep, if you're anyone other than my father, I'm renting a place in Chicago.  Why?  I love it here.  It's clean.  Everyone is friendly.  People care way more about sports than politics when you head to the bars (which isn't a time to argue about health care).  The food is awesome.  The lake is shockingly beautiful (seriously, I never expected THIS):

I want to go to there.  So I did!

And it's got a bigger, better feel than DC while being cheaper!  I can't believe it, but I've got an urboner for Chicago.  I thought I'd like it, but not this much.  All that's left is to get a source of income, an apartment, and start living it up.  I can't want to work out again.  I can't wait to eat better.  I can't wait to meet people - friends, Bro-mans, Fun-trymen...I'll lend them my ears! 

And dating seems much more tolerable here.  It's not about my money, it's about me.  Which is good, because money is lacking for sure until I land said job.  Ignore that last sentence if you're a beautiful girl ages 22-32... if you are, I'm a fajillionaire. 

But comedy, sports, music, and fun.  I know that's what Chicago will bring me.  And I'm doing anything I can to finalize my move here.  I'll be writing ASAP, but I beg you to bear with me until I can sit down and dedicate some time to some solid posts.  Because this was just rambling.  Lord I was born a rambling man.  (::guitar lick::)  See?  That's solid rambling.