Twice In One Year?

By now, I figure I am posting mainly for myself. Surely nobody who expressed interest in this lackluster, infrequently posted-upon blog has continued to follow it. If so, I am deeply sorry. If you checked in as often as I do, you could go over the sparse offerings already posted or check my various lists. I haven't changed them, but when you only read them twice a year, they seem new and funny all over again (assuming they were in the first place). And by the way, when you do look at my lists, I urge you to notice that "blogging" is the thing I most suck at - you've been warned. My previous promise to be more diligent about my posting was obviously an outright lie as anyone who HAS bothered to check back will have figured out by now. I'm clearly unreliable. Or is it that I now have a life? No - it's probably a poor reflection on me as a human being. At any rate, here I am posting again after ONLY 8 months! It's a rousing success for me and I require kudos and praise (so entertain me back by posting, damn you). I recently travelled to another state, which I regularly do. However, this particular trip required air travel and consequently accompanied by an epiphany. I always claim to love travelling, but I realized that what I love is the destination. The actual travelling I could do without (screaming babies, grossly overweight seat neighbors and all). All of which flies in the face of one of my fundamental beliefs - it's not about the destination, it's about the journey. If that's the case, I don't care to travel at all. The journey frankly sucks. If that's the GOOD part? I'll pass.