Nepal Was Nice But Sherpas Are Dicks

Hello! I thought I'd preface my triumphant return with a complete and total lie. Hope you enjoyed it! I wanted to evoke something exotic, yet sarcastically cynical. It was either that or "Why I Put 43 Bullets in Andy Rooney".

Anyway, I'm back. There was nastiness with work, but I feel like I've got a good handle on it. Most of it has to do with communication, or lack thereof. I have a tendency to sort of not tell people what I'm thinking or what I'm working on, which forces them to reach conclusions that aren't necessarily true, and then I need to explain, and things get all emotional, and it's all totally preventable. What does this mean to you? Updates at least every other day, with no exceptions. Maybe even more. After all, this is a form of communication, and I kinda like you guys and stuff.

ALSO! I am considering passing myself off as an advice columnist. Is there anything you need advice on? It doesn't even have to be real. Just give me a problem, and Gasoline Hobo will give you an answer!* Any takers? Come on, challenge me!

*Warning: Answer may or may not include references to railroads, moonshine, banjos, catgut, sweet potato pie, and/or molasses of some sort. Advice may also be totally inappropriate, and involve a request to do something life-threatening or embarassing for my amusement. Under no circumstances should you actually take my advice, unless you enjoy dying yourself blue, being nibbled to death by beavers, etc.