Oh, It’s On!
So I’ve been called out. Swing by Andy’s page to check it out.* Apparently, there are those among my faithful readership (which I can only assume numbers in the low billions**) who have been displeased by my neglectfulness. And rightfully so. If this page were a happy school of goldfish, they would have gone belly-up a couple of weeks ago. And not from over-feeding or that weird fish-rot disease, but from starvation. If this page was my child, DCFS would have stepped in and granted custody to my crystal-meth fiend ex-wife***.
Luckily, this page is none of those things.
I have felt remiss recently about my lack of posting diligence, though. I made a promise to myself when I began this thing that it would not suffer the same fate as my last weblog****. Besides, I have a responsibility. Not only to entertain and educate, but to inspire. If my ramblings can move just one person to decide that David Blaine and Bill Walton do in fact suck, or that gin and brandy are wildly underrated libations or to not, in fact, drink their way to a concussion then I have done my job. It certainly means more than what I get paid for these days…
So. While I am not nearly creative or interesting enough to post daily, I pledge to post…well…more at least. You know, unless I can’t think of anything good. Or I’m too busy. Or don’t feel like it.*****
*Yes, I’m still to lazy to link. Deal with it.
**And by low billions, I’m guessing something like 4,000,000,000 x 10^-9. That’s right, scientific notation. And I may have even done it right.
***Please note that neither an ex-wife or children (neglected or otherwise) are actually parts of my life. Bonus fun fact: crystal meth can be taken anally.
****Something like four posts in a month before it faded into the ether.
*****Thanks to Dawn for the kick in the ass. Oh, and check out her site. To the right. Remember? No linking here.
