Don't expect more than one or two of these a month, at least for now.

This is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I thought I'd be so bursting with ideas and opinions after all this time that I'd have something to say pretty much every day. But it's not working out that way, is it? It's not like there aren't things going on in the world; the economy tanking, the election of the first black President of the United States, and most importantly, Jennifer Aniston calling Angelina Jolie "uncool." But I just haven't been terribly inspired.

I admit, I feel sorry for John McCain. He sold out everything that made him special for his one big shot at the White House. And even though it didn't always seem that way, he had his loyal fans, from the woman who withheld Halloween candy from children of Obama supporters to New York City's Naked Cowboy. But it just didn't happen for him, and within hours of his concession, his people were blaming the person who just two months ago was being hailed as their savior; the one who could shore up the unenthused base with her values while bringing in pissed-off Hillary voters with her gender. Suddenly, all those suits who pooh-poohed those who saw her as dangerously unqualified were adding their own horror stories of her greeting aides dressed only in a towel and thinking Africa was a country. And now they were just as outraged as everyone else by that 150 grand she spent on clothes. Never mind that these were the same geniuses who brought her in in the first place without doing their homework. How dare she seem so perfect for their purposes and not hold up to closer inspection by the media!

To be honest, I sometimes think McCain only got the nomination because many Republicans thought they had no chance this year after the damage Bush has done to their brand. So they gave an old man his shot at being the standard bearer after all these years as kind of a lifetime achievement award, like they did for Dole in '96. They presumed that he too would get crushed by the Clinton machine. But then Obama pulled the upset, and you kind of got the sense that they were thinking, "Wait, maybe we could win this after all." So they got in McCain's ear and recommended Palin, who in some ways was Bush in a skirt; a good 'ol fundamentalist Christian gal who appealed to people who equate intelligence with elitism. It went over great at the convention, and for a while after that, it looked like it was actually going to work again. But then the stock market plummeted, and the economy became the number one issue, and many people began to think that having someone smart in charge might actually be important in the coming years. And none of the scare tactics that had worked in the past could sway them this time. So it worked out the way those Republicans thought it would after all, but it must have been frustrating for them, because in September, they thought they had defied the odds and Bush's approval ratings and hung on to the White House. And so, the Palin blame game began.

But I don't feel at all sorry for Hockey Mom. She'll be fine. She's in the picture now. She's an established and beloved Saturday Night Live character. She's going to run in 2012, no question in my mind. And she absolutely could get the nomination. The base loves her, and might feel that she got screwed over by the liberal media and McCain, who they never trusted in the first place. She'll be more media savvy, and she'll surely hire better handlers. Whether she can win it all will depend on Obama's first-term performance and the state of the country and the world four years from now. But she'll be a player for years to come. I'd bet my glove on it.

No, I haven't gone back into hiding

It just me a while to come up with something else to say here. A lot's happened, but not much that I really want to discuss. The Canadian election was anticlimactic and disappointing. The Tampa Bay Rays (?) are in the World Series. And Levi Stubbs died, which sucks. We can still reach out...but he'll no longer be there.

But "when the world falls apart, some things stay in place." So I'll go on, and give some thoughts about everyone's favorite moose hunter/book banner.

Sarah Palin (funny, the last Presidential election held while I was above ground involved a female VP candidate too. Purely a coincidence) went on Saturday Night Live, clearly hoping to create some iconic TV moment like Nixon's "Sock it to me?" on Laugh-In or Bill Clinton's sax solo on Arsenio Hall. I don't think she quite made it. There was no real, "I get it" moment; it was more like, "I'm here, therefore I'm a good sport, so vote for me there, doggone it." Maybe if she'd done that rap herself...Anyway, even though I don't support, well, anything the woman stands for, I think I'd get along with her quite well. We could probably talk gloves for a while; she must be quite familiar with them, given where she's from. And maybe she'd tell me something she seems quite reluctant to tell anyone...who her favorite NHL team is. You'd think someone who's said the word "hockey" more in two months than all the other major Presidential or Vice-Presidential candidates in 232 years of American history combined would have mentioned that by now. What is she hiding? Is it a Canadian team? Or something really embarrassing, like the Islanders? It probably should be the Coyotes. A hockey team in Phoenix? Talk about your bridges to nowhere.

Hi, I'm Bobby Glovehead.

Who?

What?

Why in hell?

All good questions.

First, as you read above, I am a man who wears a glove on his head. Why? Well, why not? I started doing it some time in the eighties, on a whim, just for kicks, and it just felt...right. It caused some confusion and bemusement among others, but it never bothered me. I just accepted that I was meant to go through life wearing a glove on my head, and everyone else could think what they liked. I do not have a photo of myself at this time, but trust me, I wear the glove everywhere. Publicly, privately, even in bed. I am Bobby Glovehead, after all.

Where did I come from? And where have I been since my brief not-quite-heyday 20+ years ago? I'm not going to get into that. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, and as a certain hockey mom says, there's no point in dwelling on the past. All I will say is, the world changed, and I was driven underground. If you choose to take that literally, you may or may not be wrong. Anyway, there just wasn't a place for me anymore.

So why am I back now? Well, I've been plotting a comeback ever since I became aware of this whole internet thing. I mean, really. This is a place where stuff like pictures of cats with hilariously misspelled captions are not only accepted, but celebrated. A little thing like a guy with a glove on his head seems perfectly normal in this context. Plus there's porn. Lots and lots of porn. I'm home.

And now, my long road back to obscurity begins with this blog. What am I going to write about? You know, I'm not sure. I made my name, such as it was, in news, so I'll probably be talking about that some. There's an election in Canada tomorrow, and of course Obama v. McCain next month. And all that stock market stuff that I never bothered to get my head around. Sports are always interesting. Pop culture...maybe, but only if there's something interesting to be said, not this whole TMZ/E!/The Hills bullshit. I'm not sure if I believe that there's such a thing as a soul, but I am sure that if there is, that vapid tabloid crap is poisonous to it

And hey, maybe I'll even write about gloves once in a while. For someone who wears one on his head, I've never really thought all that much about them. Perhaps I should delve into the subject. Who knows what kind of fascinating things there are to be learned about handwear? Let me take a quick look at Wikipedia... Hybrid of glove and mitten, you say? Riveting.

So, in summation, Bobby G's back, he's got stuff to say, the world will tremble at his brilliant revelations, and they aren't making as many gloves as they used to in Gloversville, New York.

I think that's a good start.