Alive!

I know, I know. It’s been ages. I won’t bore you with excuses, but rather entice you with the promise of ramblings to come.

I went to a wedding. I went to war. I got virally invaded and have been coughing myself a set of six-pack abs. Nutella-and-banana sandwiches are taking care of that condition, though.

This summer, I will travel once again to distant lands and tell you how much I hate America from places that are thankfully not America. If all goes according to plan, I will go on tour with the greatest rock and roll band of all time and tell you what its like to see them every night. I will continue to subscribe to HBO television and subject you, my dear readers, to my inability to distinguish my own life from events I see depicted in HBO series.

In the meantime, I have some things to tell you. About weddings. About war. About neatness and nausea. And, I realize, I never told you about the volcano.

In the meantime, you can check out the article I wrote about Joan Jett in a magazine called Venus. Then you can come back over to SuperLefty and read the real story of what happened when I interviewed Joan Jett. It’s all coming soon to SuperLefty.com, a place where you get…

…things that I write.