Posts here have been few and far between, and what has been posted has been lacking.  I think one problem is my blog simply lacks focus on a particular topic.  When it first began, it was the perfect place to vent my frustrations about the morons I would encounter while working at the airport.  I don’t work there any more.  I have little to no frustrations with work now.  So, the stories I used to tell, the ones that people would always tell me they loved are gone.

As I thought about this, for one fleeting second a thought floated across my brain and it was horrific.  I almost wished I was back at the airport just for the stories.  My heart skipped a beat.  How could I possibly think something like that, even for a second?

“What the hell?” my head asked itself.  Yeah, I have conversations with myself.  Two voices going at it in my head.  One of them swears a lot.  Okay, they both do.  Does this mean I’m nuts?  Probably not, but wishing I was back at the airport just so my blog would be funny again doesn’t help the argument.

“What the hell?” Voice One asked again.  Voice Two had no answer.  What could it say?  It was like standing on the precipice of the Grand Canyon and thinking for a split second what it would be like to jump… or push the old lady over.  How would she bounce?  I digress.

Both are crazy thoughts, though.  Crazy.  Returning to the Hell Hole just for some funny bits is crazy, right?  Of course, after reading this you are probably thinking, “Well, maybe it would be worth it.”

Absolutely nothing.

I almost find myself wishing for the Hell Hole just to get some good stories.  Then I remember why I named it the Hell Hole in the first place and I come to my senses.

I did just finally see Iron Man.  It was okay.  Parts of it were really cool and I thought Robert Downey Jr. was great.  Maybe it was the fact that I had heard such great things about it, but I was a little let down.  It was still good, but not as good as I wanted it to be.  Next up on the ole Netflix queue is Juno.  I’ll try to keep my expectations low.

All in all, I’d rather be asleep.

And for those of you who miss F.O.O., just look in the Work Pains category.  Plenty of Hell Hole goodness has been restored.

Also, I set up Strude.com at my last blog change and then set up Tales of Strude on a sub-domain.  I decided just to use Strude.com and forget the sub-domain for now.  Strude.com was just sitting there getting lonely.

I had an awesome idea for a blog. It was the most killer idea I have ever had. It occurred to me and I knew it was golden. It was going to be the best blog in the world. Then I forgot it.

So, this is just a tribute to that blog.

Granted, most of my blog fodder had come from working for the Transportation Security Administration, part of the Department of Homeland Security. You know, the guys who brought you FEMA. However, I recently took a new job. It’s hard and challenging and infinitely better than the ole Hell Hole.

When applying for said job, I went through and erased everything off of Tales of Strude. This, in retrospect, was a mistake. At the time, I was thinking I didn’t want my potential future bosses to search me out on the internet, find my blog, and then read the loving words I had for my then current employer TSA, not to mention all the other crap I talk about.

I should have just erased the questionable posts, but I was in a hurry and just deleted everything. I have reposted some of the old content, but this is a chore and, quite frankly, I don’t know if most of it fits anymore. I honestly don’t know what does fit here anymore.

I started Tales of Strude as an experiment really. I had heard about blogs from somewhere, looked into it, found Blogger (which I love) and tried it out. I wanted to find out if I could come up with enough interesting things to talk about, and do so frequently enough, to make it worth the readers’ time and attention. I have always wondered how humor columnists like Eric D. Snider (someone I greatly admire) are able to consistently write funny, entertaining pieces. Don’t get me wrong, I never assumed that I could ever reach great heights in a stupid little blog. It was just an experiment.

After a while a few people (who weren’t related to me) found the blog and they liked it. Then BOOM, addiction set in. Much like the applause after a great performance, the kudos and comments were like crack. Now I write fewer and fewer posts per month. As a result, I am back to the only people who read anything here are either related to me or have lost their way on the information super highway. (Does anyone still use that phrase anymore? Well, I ain’t lettin’ it go, baby.)

Also, life has really kicked me in the teeth as of late. blogging is something extra on the plate right now.

So, what am I rambling about? I don’t know. Something has to change here. I still like blogging… I think. I want to like it like I used to, but I don’t know if it fits my life right now. If I am to make it fit, it has to be different than what it is right now. I don’t know if that means revamping Tales of Strude, or if that means totally dumping Tales of Strude and starting anew somewhere else and letting people find me again.

Until I do figure it out, this is it. Hopefully it won’t be for long. Hopefully it won’t be forever.