I know, I know. I have been pathetically inept at blogging. I apologize. It's not that I don't love you and miss you and want to blog to you. It's just that I've been away.
In the nineteenth century.
Wait a minute, that's not my Civil War uniform.
It's my Pie Liberation Army apron. Worn whenever I must defend the Union of Crust and Filling.
Suffice it to say, I am not one to dessert my post.
Not unless the infantry band is playing a rousing chorus of Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Coming of the Lard.
But let's get back--way back--to the Civil War.
Which as it turns out is late-breaking news. As in, the New York Times is sesquicentennially blogging the Civil War in real time.
Inasmuch as they had blogs, or computers, or even electrons back in 1861.
Well, I guess they had electrons. They just didn't know it. Like some sort of subatomic halitosis that their friend were just too polite to mention.
Let me be clear: I am a normal, red-blooded American.
Which means the Civil War bored the hell out of me when we had to study it in school, just like it did you and every one else.
So how did I become so obsessed with the conflict that I now receive form letters addressed to Dear Civil War Enthusiast?*
*NOTE: I don't actually receive those letters. They are mailed to me. But if the Cheez gets to them first, he grabs them and runs around the house mocking me.
Let me tell you, when you are being mocked by a Canadian, you know you have fallen low.
Anyway, I became obsessed by the Civil War while accidentally writing a novel. About the Civil War. Which I've been working on, on and off, for, well let's just say I could have fought the Civil War in less time.
So Ulysses S. Grant me a few more minutes of your what-the-heck-you're-already-screwing-around-on-the-internet-time and surf on over to the New York Times to see just how groovy and interesting the Civil War can be, when served up with a healthy portion of MacaroniManiac.