Don’t Call it a Comeback

At the request of some friends and fans, I have returned to resurrect my defunct website. This was primarily prompted by a request from DJ D of Dark Entries Goth Radio, who unfortunately voiced this concern a few short weeks after GoDaddy killed 9 years worth of blogs for a paid account I had with them due to terminating the service. Of course, you can still use the WayBackMachine on to find your way back to whatever Happy Meal toy I was reviewing in 2007.

As far as what I’ve been up to, my estranged husband claims all I care about anymore is my career. That’s only partially true. I also care about my kid and Batman. Also scouring over food porn on Pinterest.

I’ve gotten “skinny” as my friends have taken to saying. It’s really only East Coast skinny — by Philly standards I’m a fox, by Sacramento standards I’m a straight up cow. I recently underwent plastic surgery to rid myself of several pounds of excess skin on my upper body. Judging by the amount of men that inappropriately grabbed me when I accompanied my best friend to a club the other week, I believe the outcome is well received. I’m just happy to not make clopping noises when I run.

My second publication is coming out at the end of next month, which will be on coding for cleft lip and palate repairs. Things no one but me and six other people in the world will find interesting. Much like this new blog.

I’ll try not to disappear for too long again, but I’m not making any promises. In the meantime, here’s the first article I’ve written in about a quadrillion years.