Nearly all of the snow has melted or sublimated or disappeared. Autumn has returned. I've decided I really can type on my netbook from work and so I will start posting regularly again. First to arrive shall be a pointless bit of prattling about Steve Mcqueen. My lawn is very green in fact, it just may be the greenest lawn in the entire neighbourhood. Pride. I live among renters. I like my new blue collar existence. I will feel closer to the working man as I write about the collapse of human existence as soundtracked by beautiful pop music.