I likes my blogs like I likes my women…
Hi all — I’m a placeholder. Just a placeholder, don’t mind me. I’ll try to stay out of the way.
Anyway, Charlie asked me to step in here and say that he’s sorry to anyone who happened to see the ‘Oysters, Oysters Everywhere’ draft this afternoon. ‘Somehow’ — or so he says — ‘somehow’, the draft got posted before it was anywhere near completion. Charlie blames it on the Blogger interface, which he says may have sprouted brains and posted it without his help. Hurmph. If you ask me, the fault is ultimately evolution’s, who may have gotten ahead of itself and granted Charlie opposable thumbs before he was really able to cope with the responsibility.
“If you ask me, the fault is ultimately evolution’s, who may have gotten ahead of itself and granted Charlie opposable thumbs before he was really able to cope with the responsibility.”
In any case, the oysters will be available soon — just imagine them slow-roasting in a pit somewhere, preparing to regale you with a veritable explosion of culinary delight. Or something. That’s what he told me to tell you, anyway, but I don’t see what oysters or any other food has to do with this crap… Who writes this shit?
(Man, I really have to get a better agent… did I type that out loud?)
Anyhow, that’s the story. Charlie’s a goofball, so he deleted the errant post and sent me in here to make excuses for him. Just like a man. Oh, shit, gotta go — he’s coming in now, with his lobster bib and his ‘How About Some Nook for the Cook?’ apron, and he looks pissed. Maybe it was the opposable thumbs bit… I dunno, these blogger types get so touchy. Peace out.Permalink | No Comments