So my wife has taken it upon herself to make a daily post on her blog. She’s been doing it for a couple weeks, now, and to be honest, it’s been pretty entertaining to read.
And dammit, it seems to be contagious.
So, while it lasts, like until I get a pill or a shot or a beer (or is that shot and a beer?), and with a properly embarrassed smile, I’d like to introduce A.J.’s Daily Dose of Delusional Realism. Ta-frickin-da.
More about the Daily Dose
I figger (that’s Wistucky for “figure” – go figger) I ought to be able to be poe-metic – or maybe fict-o-matic – regular enough to have a little sump-ten every day. At least, I will ’til my sump runs dry. At the very least, I’ll get to use more n-dashes. w00t!
Addition (12:01 11/21)
Also, I’ve changed the way I’m posting my writerlyness to make it less of a nightmare in the back office. All my words will, once again, be posted in the main section of this blog, but I’ll also link to them from the “non-bloggy writing” page, too.
Apparently, bloglines has, for the last month or so, been subject to massive attacks from spammers and others. So the servers have been bouncing up and down more than a two-dollar whore. Oh wait… I mean, uh, unavailable like Republicans in Congress. Oh, jeez, I mean… slower than a dung beetle going up Mt. Turdimenjaro in January.
Yeah, so anyway, between technical difficulties and me doing more writing in my notebook than posting on my blog, once again, my blog’s been dark. But that probably doesn’t matter since I’ve lost my readership with my other periods of blog infidelity. You and I are the only ones reading this.
Is this thing even on? Helllllllloooooooo!
Now this is the point where I make promises of reforming my behavior and setting up a regular schedule of posts and whatnot, but we both know that’s not going to happen. So if you’re interested in sporadic bursts of randomness broken by the occasional iamb of coherence, subscribe to my RSS feed. If not, then do something more productive. Like roller skating. Or watermelon smashing. Or yawning.