Greetings Russ

Greetings Russ,

Its been a while since we last spoke. Of course, that could be because you reside in the plastic bin in my closet, crammed between Starbuck and Bartholomew, both admirable bears in their own right. For a stuffed bear, you're a pretty good listener. That is, you never say anything. Which is great, not just for the simple obvious fact that a talking stuffed bear would really freak me out. Maybe John Bennett from "Ted" was okay with his bear coming alive, but personally, if you pull that crap I'd have a legitimate Sid-from-Toy-Story freakout and probably end up working as a garbageman for the rest of my life like he did.

That's what happens when you neglect your toys, kids.

So Russ, I guess I've started a blog. Its intimidating, but apparently people like to read what I write. You know how I get - I get excited about something and start writing and before you know it I have ten pages. I figure I'll write on what I'm passionate about.

You know I love movies - you were there when I first watched "Aladdin," remember? That massive lion thing with the white eyes rose out of the desert sand and I ran to my room and grabbed you so fast my Mom thought I was gonna be an athlete. She said "Look! Dan can run!" Sure fooled her. I can't run. That is, unless I see some cheesecake in the distance. Then I'll run to my car to go get it.

And I guess I'll write about video games too, because why not?

And I guess I'll write about some other things from time to time if I'm feeling it.

So sit back and relax Russ, because its about to get awesome; also because you can't do much else - you kinda fall over if left unattended. Let's be honest here.

DCon