Oh yes, I have been back for DAYS. Well, actually, one day. But have I posted? No. Why not? Because I am mean. And sleepy.

Last week, I discovered that jet-lag is nothing to sneer at. I rented a car at the Vancouver Airport so that I could run out to Surrey to visit a client in the morning. The hotel was a whopping five minute drive from the airport. But how long did it take me, you ask? GUESS. Oh, I don't know, 45 minutes? Ok, maybe it was more like an hour. Or so. In my defense, however, underpasses are very tricky. Also, they're putting in the new Canada Line in Richmond and it is big. And it loomed. And like a skittesh steed, my Ford Focus would shy away from the giant concrete monstrosity and veer leftwards, leading me again and again over the Arthur Lang bridge. Stupid bridge.

When I finally stumbled into the hotel, broken and battered from my agonizing driving ordeal (RIGHT! TURN RIGHT! NO, LEFT!), I experienced a short bout of wakefulness, followed by an episode of CSI:Miami (man, David Caruso can sure chew the scenery, can't he?). The next day is a bit of a blur, but I am told that I put on a suit and had a meeting, had lunch, discussed business, and boarded a ferry at some point. However my memory tells me that this is not what happened at all. No, what really happened was that the meeting itself took place on the deck of the Queen of Nanaimo, and we were all wearing scuba gear, surrounded by a flock of Canada geese singing The Maple Leaf Forever.

Now I'm back in Kingston. At work. At a desk! I have not sat at a desk in eight months. It is strange. There are computers, and air conditioning, and pens. So many pens. And piles of email! And notes! And servers that need rebooting! It's all quite overwhelming. But it's OK, because I remembered to bring a bag of carrot sticks.

In other news, I went to see Indiana Jones and something something Crystal Skull last night, because I was too tired to do actual stuff, and it was great. And by great I mean exactly as hokey, implausible, beyond belief, and fantastic as the previous Indy movies. Also, Cate Blanchett makes a mean Natasha Fatale Evil Super Russian Doctor Chick. It's all in the utilitarian-yet-flattering Soviet-era onesie jumpsuit, I think.

The new site! This is it! It is up! It has been sitting in my drawer for, like, forever, and I finally got around to Drupalling it. I spent last night tweaking, uploading, tweaking, uploading, tweaking... and now here it is. All blue and pink. And in my own name, even! Huzzah!

I've been blogging for a million years. Ok, eight years. I'm debating bringing over my archives, because. They're embarrassing. But I might. We'll see.

I also feel weird about having my picture on here. I feel like Oprah. It's so blatantly all me, me, me! On the other hand, it always has been. So this is just a tacit recognition of my standard-issue blogger's ego. In blue! And pink! The site, not my ego. That's kind of a browny-red.

I'll be moving everything over here eventually - setting up the portfolio, past news, resume, articles, that sort of thing. Eventually.

So the question is - now that I'm outed! Outed as a blogger! A dirty, dirty blogger! - how much do I talk about on my blog? I don't really plan to change my writing style, but I think the age-old question we all ask ourselves on a daily basis is this: how much profanity is too much profanity?

By the way, the site's title is from Hamlet. Polonius is pontificating endlessly and Gertrude snaps at him: "More matter, less art." It just strikes me as a refreshingly tart reminder that communication has to have content as well as beauty -- although perhaps it is a hopeless lesson in this sound-byte-driven world.

I don't know how long I'll keep this design - it already kinda hurts my eyes - but now that I've learned Drupal it will be a million times easier to change. So. There.