So as you’ll know if you’re a regular reader here (or if you read the thing in the upper right corner), your humble editor quit his job to pursue a life of homeless handjobs and eating garbage. My life will maintain some semblance of normalcy due to this blog; I wake up at a decent hour, do some writing, read things…I’m just like you! Except, no joke, I’m sitting here shirtless in a pair of boxers. Ignore your sexual arousal at that thought if you can. The main point I’m driving at is that as of right now, my life is unaffected.

As for why I left my last job (a question I’ve been emailed a couple times), I’m reluctant to say too much. There’s no point in burning bridges publicly, and anything anecdotal I could give you would be hard to understand (or believe the truth in) without you being there. What forced me to leave is that, basically, things reached a critical mass. There was no room for me to learn or grow, everything I did was questioned due to some people being unwilling or incapable to trust their employees, and, honestly, I’m not going to be unhappy somewhere to get a paycheck.

So right now, my life can go in two ways. I can pursue a different path that is more in line with what I’ve dreamed of. Writing, entertainment, I dunno. Or I can take another Public Relations job (the far more likely option), hope it’s a better fit for my personality, and continue doing a good job in a field I’m not in love with. But a field that will actually pay my MANY MANY bills.

I’m sure I’ll keep you updated on where this goes because, hey, I’m sure you care and don’t just come here for snotty comments and occasionally pretty pictures.

And, as a reminder, if you want to fund my continued joblessness and the exciting content up on thsi site, daily, email me at adsATblogofhilarityDOTcom. Everything, including both my ad inventory and soul, must GO!