I'm averaging a weekly post and, given the lack of anything interesting or noteworthy in so far that I'm observing, I guess that's not too bad. I could always stand to post more frequently though, dear blogspace, so I'll attempt to do so.

Query rejections are bound to happen. So far, my queries I've sent out have garnered a 33% rejection rate. The other 67%, however, are simply no-replies. Having that query in agency-pick-up limbo, suspended in some cruel, unknown balance, is worse than getting a "no." But, life's a bitch.

I saw a writer's pitch coming up on Monday. The plan is to attend and knock it outta the ball park, major league style (minus the frothy 'roid mouth, of course). I think I stand a good chance of success in the long run. After all, I'm not setting out to write the next young adult blockbuster saga, or the next Great American novel, dripping with timeless satire and social meaning.

My goal as a writer is to craft comedic works, whether cheap laughs or intellectual wit, and thus etch out a meager to moderately successful (moderately is relative) living. If bringing home the fatback bacon bucks is the real American dream, I'll settle for some nice salami dollars; tasty enough, but not so rich that my arteries clog.

I wish I lived in New York right now so I could watch the pigeons do their thing. I sometimes experience spontaneous familiarity with flying rats. Go figure.

Apparently, the entire world is frozen today. Oy. It definitely makes working, getting to work, and anything involving the word work (woodworking? leatherworking?) difficult to do.Yet still the snowplowers plow, the police police stuff and direct traffic, shovelers shovel and salt, and professional insurance scammers stage their own "weather-induced" accidents.

So, thanks to you all, freezing your asses off for the public good. I'd offer you free coffee, but my wallet isn't deep enough yet. I hope my gratitude will suffice for now... except for you scammers. You should go scam each other. Let's see how that works out for ya.

Also, looking out the window, I'm confused as to why a police officer helping a stopped car isn't wearing a jacket. For extra-frosty badass points I guess?

She's got gloves though, so she just lost the x4 icy multiplier.

Somedays I feel more like a manager than others. Working ten and a half hours, waiting for two interviewees to show, reprogramming the cash register, dealing with price changes, and exhaustion can have that effect on one I guess.

The book's been completed. It's been edited. Agents intimidate me. Comics take a while to draw. Old friends returning to town spark old memories.

Beer is still a delicious panacea. Copperhead Pale Ale, to be exact. Pick up a six-pack today!

The Chiefs are out of the playoffs. They suffered a pretty bruising defeat at the hands of the Ravens. But it's not all bad news for Kansas City. Next year should be very exciting for Chiefs fans.

We're talking about a team that went from a miserable 4-12 straggler to a 10-6 AFC West Championship team in a single year.

As promising a leap as that is, they also have the worst record of straight playoff losing streak in NFL history. The last seven times the Chiefs have gone to postseason play, they've lost seven times. They've battled through a veritable gauntlet of the greatest sevenfold since 1994 and been turned away every time.

However, I find positives in both statistics. I can only hope to one day experience such flattering levels of defeat, to rise from a dismal stance and challenge the very best, only to march once more into the fray.

I really liked throwing the Bigfoot comic on here as a post. It's like a cop-out for an update, but still a sparkly bit of fun, so everyone wins! So, expect more of those.

On the topic of webcomics, one should check out "www.harkavagrant.com" and look at some of the lovely Kate Beaton's work.

On a sidenote, I've now eaten Habanero Poppers alongside Dragonfro Production's Matt Dryer. Henceforth, I shall call them Devil's Testicles.

And now, I think I'll go scribble a bit.

A word of advice: never make an "I will not..." resolution. Resolutions of restraint are fragile things. Even resolutions such as "I will quit smoking" can be translated to "I will not smoke." "I will lose weight" becomes "I will not weigh as much later as I do now." All it takes is one little temptation to send 298 days of dedication tumbling into defeat. If it can be overturn, these resolutions will forever be in jeopardy.

My single resolution for 2010 was met, and I can never reverse its status. And it was?

"I will take a shot of mezcal with the worm."

Did I walk the easy road? Yes. Was it a fun one? Believe it.

Do it right this year, resolution-bound.