Who keeps Googling "Cereal Face Guy"?

Hello loyal followers (ie. family) and people that typed in the wrong URL or were looking for information on "cereal face guy"! (Oh, the "cereal face guy" thing is an inside joke, by which I mean, inside my own head...unless I blogged it already, which I wouldn't know, because I don't really read this blog. It doesn't interest me.)

I bet you didn't think you'd be hearing from me again. Or you did. I know it's one of the two. I'd meant to get in another post before August ended, but then it did, and I didn't. Life has changed. I am now employed, as my mother probably told you, (unless you are my mother, in which case I told you). I also am moving into the big room in my apartment, which offers excellent new private dance party potential. I've been running a lot, which makes for good conversation about how sore my muscles are, so I am making many friends. My point? I've moved on, my dear blog reading friends.

Actually, that is untrue, obviously, because I'm writing this. It seemed for a time that maybe the part of my brain that makes me blog had finally been blogged out, that the month and a half of daily writing had finally gotten out all the crazy and left me with only sane. Actually, it didn't seem that way at all, it was more like I'd gotten out all the entertaining crazy and was left with only the boring crazy (you know, emotions and crap...although, some emotions can be entertaining crazy, like righteous anger about trivial issues, which, I believe, is comedy gold).

So, I decided that the more interesting crazy side of me might be returning when I was on the subway last night and saw a woman in uniform and immediately thought that maybe she was a ghostbuster. It was only for a split second, then I though "That's odd, that my mind would jump to ghostbuster". I was correct, it is very strange. First of all, I haven't encountered a ghost here in ages, so I can't see how a ghostbuster could survive in this economic climate. Second, even if they could, I don't imagine they could afford to have uniforms, you know, with needing to eat and all. Although, I bet just one Stay Puft Marshmallow Man would feed you for a few years. I don't think they really can go bad, since there's not any real food in them. But, if that was the case, I'd expect more signs of scurvy and such. So, in conclusion, I suspect she was not a ghostbuster.