Estamos de Vuelta, Hijo*
I’m pretty excited to be writing for Ye Ole Metroblogs again. It’s been a few years and I’ve actually moved into Minneapolis since the last time I wrote here. There are many o’ things to write about now, compared to my sordid history in Eagan and Burnsville. Don’t be shy, though – South of the River Represent!
I gotta tell ya, though. I stopped reading this site for a long time because it got to the point where everyone hated everything and finding original content was about as likely as Michelle Bachmann marching in the Pride parade next year. It’s improved immensely since those authors parted ways. And don’t worry – I couldn’t tell you who those authors were if I wanted to. I just know I haven’t wanted to slit my wrists when reading the posts here over the past several months.
But you know what I have wanted to do? Comment on some posts. Seems I can’t do that from work, though, as my IT Guy and the firewall he uses seem to think it’s Pornography. Other cities aren’t nearly as dirty as Minneapolis, at least according to SonicWall. Denver and Pittsburgh seem to talk about far less pornographic things.
David made me sign a blood oath and commit to writing 1-3 posts per week. Here’s one. I can guarantee the other ones won’t happen during business hours, but that’s about all the guarantees I’m going to make.
*I totally looked that up in my kid’s Spanish-English dictionary.