Look at you, you were once so proud ... Feel the wrath of the left hand of Burns!

Don't ask me why I'm thinking of this episode this morning.

Maybe it's because "The Simpsons" relates to everything.

Maybe it's because you could replace "Flanders" with my name and the title of that episode might be apt.

Or maybe it's because things are different now, and I feel as though I finally can write here again.

So I used to work for an unnamed local retailer ... I'd like not to name them, but if you have a mental image of a large red circle, with a smaller red circle inside it, then I'd say you're on target.

I was afraid to write anything on this site about them, because they don't take to dissent very well, and it was all I wanted to talk about. I decided it was better to just shut up about everything. But of course I couldn't keep totally quiet, though it was more a way to express the funny things that happen in a large company.

Now I'm free. And as the ultra-conservative rock band The Who once said, freedom tastes of reality.

Meaning, I have no job. I have a ton of stuff to do around the house. And it's the first time that my lovely wife and I will be in the house ... together ... all the time.

Pray for mojo.