It may be redundant, but welcome back to the stage: Your host, Andy

Let's be honest with each other: I have never forgotten about this place... I just have been busy washing my hair. However, to fulfill a promise I made to a friend named Bill Young, here I am again. I can't promise you that it will be full of whimsy or insight, and I can full on give you a guarantee that it will not be as good as the posts that Bill wrote over on Youngnotions.com (editors note: I just tried to make a link. Did it work? It was a link to a thing on the internet that I wanted you to click on. Internet stuff baffles me and is made of witchcraft and demons)(update: it didn't work. i hate the internet and I am a small and stupid marmot. That said, this isn't a replacement. this is me keeping my word. And since it is already the 16th of January, I am a bit behind schedule. Avast ye hearties. What happened to me? I was sojourning with whales on the northern coast of California. I have lost my fear of whales and I commune with them every chance I get*. Along the way, I had a Son in 2011 and work in an office where i am the most popular person there and they call me 'Fonzie'** I still host and produce The Monday Night Comedy Show in Northeast Minneapolis with a group of people who are my closest friends and who I would like it if they started calling me 'Fonzie'*** That brings us up to recent days. I'm going to be talking about my friend Bill now. Brace yourself. I have known Bill for years. He has been a solid performer at The MNCS; I officiated his wedding(Granted, the marriage ended and he only mentioned that it was my fault two or three times); I did a play with him last Summer and most recently I moved in with him and we had the best time ever. Even though he would never do dishes. Now, before I go on, I'm not going to go into the events of December 11th 2014 to the Morning of December 12th right now. I wrote a thing that I will post after I get this one out of the way. Bill died sometime in the night of the 11th and 12th. I found him in his room and it made everything go dark. No heartbreak has been more pronounced in my life thus far, and I hope that I never have to go through it again. That said, in the weeks that have passed: I have found support through the most unexpected of people. I have grown closer to those who I always have relied on in times of trouble. Having always been a bit of a Drama Queen, I have changed my title to Drama High Chancellor. As not only is it manlier, it is also much more awesome and that is what this is all about. There are moments now where I feel like I am not in control of anything in my life, and am trying to learn to ask for help when I need it. This is proving difficult because I am the Drama High Chancellor and I can do everything on my own I do not need help for I am a rock, and Island and I wear big boy pants. Sometimes I sleep with the light on still because if I do that, it is like I have passed out at a party and that means there are still people in the house having fun. As I wrote this, I see that that is probably not healthy. but there are nights when everything feels super lonely and I want my friend back to keep me company. I have learned more things, but nothing that has to do with one of my best friends dying. End list. This is not a therapy blog. I will not go through huge realizations(unless I realize something huge). There will be more rants about how Dinosaurs are amazing and baby named like Kodiak and Chastity or Farnsworth are stupid and grind society to a halt. As it was before, this is a Batman friendly zone and in the bylaws, you have to be attractive to read it. Racism is dumb, women are equal, and the cheesy biscuits are really good at Red Lobster and if you think you can re-create them at home:I do not believe you. ok. We can begin again now for the very first time. Again. Come on, Amber. Let's ride. Stay Awesome, Andy Brynildson. (who is heavily influenced by the writing of Neil Gaiman and hopes you find that sexy) *This is just not true. Whales are the ghosts of murderers and thieves who would steal your babies in the night and take all that you hold dear away from you. And while they are doing all these things to you and yours, they are trying to pull you down into the murky depths to delight in your untimely death. They are assholes without knowing it, and that is just the worst. Too big. They are much too big. I could go on forever. Also, I have only been to Northern California in hilarious text message exchanges with Lindsey McDonald Dorsey. **They do not call me Fonzie. I just recently watched a movie with Henry Winkler in it and I think he is just the best ever. *** They call me literally everything BUT Fonzie. Most of them are insults. Endearing insults.