"Truth is, there aren't any grownups. Not one, in the whole wide world." -N. Gaiman

Back in the winter of 2008, my then-roommate and I started a blog. We started a blog because we were enamored with some other guy's blog. We called him "Funfetti Dan," and we actually composed a homemade funfetti bundt cake recipe in honor of him. It wasn't creepy, it was the way the internet worked then. It's also the way the internet works now, except maybe with a little more vitriol and misdirected anger. And memes! That used to just be a French 101 vocab word.

Anyway, I kept the blog on and off until somewhere around late 2011. When work was slow, I wrote. When I was feeling inspired, I wrote. When I was super miserable and hungry and skinny and totally, TOTALLY lost in life, I sometimes wrote. And then I stopped. Who's got the time to blog regularly? Why bother when the kind of think pieces I used to write about current events or recipes full of "your mom" jokes now abound on the internet, and by people with much larger following than I ever aspired to?

The answer, as it turns out, is "because it's fun, dummy."

While a large (and actively commenting) audience is surely a boon to one's ego, it's really only critical if you're making money off of your writing. I'm not quitting my day job, so this gets to be one of those selfish, selfish things that's mostly about me and my enjoyment. If it also happens to be something you enjoy, WOO.

So let's do this. Again.