Conwoocious is Back, Baby!

Egads, has it been nearly six months since I last posted here?! My bad.

Couple of reasons for the Conwoocious silence: Procrastination and TV.

I had a TV-related epiphany when I attended a brief talk by an author who said, roughly along these lines, "I wrote this book while working full-time, tending to the poor, composing an opera, giving birth and raising quintuplets, and curing cancer of the ass. I don't own a TV and am thus, quite productive."

Bloody hell! Bloody bee-yotch! I hate superior people like that. And of course, in the deep dark, cynical and snarky recesses of my heart, secretly yearn to be one. So I will take baby steps in that direction. The first? Saying buh-bye to TV.

I am happy to say that I have not watched TV in the last 30 days. Yep, yay me. I have, however, web-streamed some TV episodes and watched downloaded media judiciously in the last month. But I must reiterate, I have not watched TV in the last 30 days. Needless to say, Conwoocious has not found a cure for any ass-related diseases yet.

But baby steps. I must wean myself from the obsessive chasing of every new episode of nearly every show on TV. The fact that I completely missed the fall premiere orgasma, and am not too upset about it, is progress, my friends. I used to map out the premiere season with a meticulous Excel spreadsheet, you know. Now? Nuthin'. So I am making headway. And -- dare I say it? -- I may indeed eventually write a book, or an opera, or cure some disease related to the posterior...the operative point is that Conwoocious is back!