Happy New Year and don't get trampled at the P&L firing of the Money Cannon.

I've been at this blogging thing for 2 years and change. I've quit once, came close a dozen times more. In the words of John Travolta in that corn fed redneck classic, Urban Cowboy, "Sissy I cayn't quit you". Same goes for this blogging endeavor, which is pointless without you readers. While I may take the occasional break, or posts may come a bit less often, I find that I can't stay away for long. I'm planning on kicking shit up a notch or two come the new year, I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve, and I intend to focus on blowing this joint up in 2010. I'm still uncertain where my other writing activities are headed. I did two short pieces for KC Free Press, and I've got at least a couple more planned. While I appreciate the opportunity the folks at KCFP have given me thus far, I'm still trying to figure out if I'm a fit for that type of format. Either way it turns out, I want to thank Lucas Wetzel and Jay Senter, the editors at KCFP for giving me a shot at a more mainstream venue. They are just getting the ground work laid for what I believe will be a successful publication, and affording me the chance to write for someone beyond the confines of this blog was a big deal for me. Either way I decide to go, I wish them a prosperous 2010.


Now that the formal shit is out of the way, I guess I ought to thank you rubes for hanging in there, taking time out to read, and to occasionally call me on some post you feel was wrong headed. Even though I doubt you were right, I'll give you props for opening your yaps. All kidding aside, thanks to everyone for taking time out to read this bloggy hot mess that is Midtown Miscreant. While I may at times downplay the importance of readers and their comments, truth is, I write for the readers. I'm not going to spout that time worn bloggers claim that "I write for myself". It sounds good, but it's bullshit, and anyone who uses that tired rhetoric is either an underachiever, or delusional. I write in the hopes that people will read it, otherwise I may as well get a diary with a lock on it.


So expect more of the same around here in the new year, and then some. Have a safe and fun New Years Eve, don't drink and drive, don't let some smarmy hipster slip a roofie in your cocktail, and more importantly, bring your asses back here Monday.