Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Batshittery Resumes in Three... Two...

In a world where there are no updates, blogs will stagnate and become useless usurpers of bandwidth.

One man will stand alone... And do precisely nothing about it.

That's right, dear readers, I have returned to the interwebs after far too long a hiatus. My captivity at the hands of evil New Brunswickans is finally over, after a lengthy battle with lobster-men of the Grand Pre and several months of hiding from the Eastern-Block Potatoe Mafia. I have returned to my beloved city of Montreal, the land of DuMaurier and Molson - a return long in the making, which also happens to mark my return to the realm of batshit insanity in the blogosphere.

It should come as no surprise that I neglected to post anything for so long... As in most aspects of my life, I tend to take up fun diversions until I become distracted by newer, shinier things. But NO MORE! I return to you, my beloved followers, to continue the spread of madness and redundant opinion across the 'web. For what would the world be like if it were devoid of the rantings of unbalanced individuals such as myself? Far better, I assure you.

As per usual my identity remains secret. And it shall remain so. My profession and my clients will remain nameless, my skills shall remain without definition. All I shall say is that over the past year, my absence from this, my beloved outlet of vitriol, has been to develop my skills in a new profession where I may advance a meaningful career and make far more money than I dreamed of while I was scraping Kraft Dinner out of garbage pails in my student days. All I shall say is that my job may or may not have something to do with Gary Busey* and three leopard seals.

So welcome back to the delightful, uncanny and surreal romp through my tortured mind. Mr. Andreyevich is back, and he intends to overshadow his previous piddling efforts with even higher levels of caustic opinion, useful reviews, general madness and (somewhat less-than) insightful commentary on the state of all things.

Yours in the absence of sense,
I.A.

*(Gary Busey does not condone, nor does he reject, the contents of this post.)