This blog has become an albatross.
I lay prostrate before you, gentle readers, to yet again apologize for the lack of new content on the John Larroquette Project. The horribly oppressive millstones of fatherhood and professional employment remain such that it’s difficult to find spare moments to devote to blogging. However, the flame of my blogging passion still burns, albeit tenuously amidst the gusting gales of responsibility and re-heated lasagna.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve had many worthwhile ideas for blog entries flit fleetingly past my consciousness. I’d like to take a moment to share some of those concepts with you. You the reader can then harken back on 5+ years of JLP entries to imagine the predictably perverse paths of grotesque alienation and obscure historical references that I would undoubtedly trod down once again…
-The gaunt Northern European male models that infest the pages of the Baby Bjorn instruction pamphlet. How exactly are these photographs supposed to make me feel?
-Musings on what it’s like to hold a wide-awake baby at 4 in the morning while you’re watching rodeo bloopers that are being broadcast on television for some reason.
-The magic of menthol-lyptus
-Something overly descriptive about breastpumps
As you can plainly see, I’ve still got it.