Really, I'll Make It Up to You! Promise!

February 12, 2004

Really, I’ll Make It Up to You! Promise!

I kow, folks, I know. I really didn’t give you much to work with yesterday, did I?

Well, I’m here to make it up to you. I’ve got a topic or two queued up already, plus a bit of news to talk about. I even might — in a horrible fit of guilt for neglecting you yesterday, of course — let you in on a couple of things I’ve been thinking of tackling around here.

(Which would mean that I’d actually have to tackle the damned things, since you’d know about them, rather than sitting on my hands, singing ‘doo-de-doo‘ and only pretending that I’m going to actually do them.

And yeah, when I put it that way… maybe I won’t tell you about them, after all. I’m not that guilty, and now it just sounds really hard. But we’ll see, my pets — we’ll see.)

Anyway, before we do any of that, I need to get a couple of ‘operational’ things out of the way. Ride along with me, won’t you? You just might enjoy this.

First, I’m a day late in posting my Blogger Idol favorites for the week. (See? I wasn’t just neglecting you; I didn’t get to anyone yesterday. Damned day job getting in the way…)

Anyway, better late than never, here are give entries that enhumorated my humerus:

As you’ve come to expect from this fine and always consistent blog (*snort*), you can click on the icon above to get all the Week Four posts. And, if you missed it, you can check out my humble entry, as well.

(Yes, it’s also in the ‘all posts’ section — still, I thought you might like a shortcut. I’m cool like that.)

In other news, judging for the second week of this round’s King of the Blogs is officially under way. All of the ‘Challenge Response’ posts are now available. Go check ’em out, and… well, and just appreciat4e them, basically. You don’t get to vote or anything, so really, once you read them all, you’re pretty much done until the rulings from the judges come back.

Of course, if that frustrates you — if you’re the type who likes to be more involved in the process — then you can always hop on over to the Blog Madness 2003 tourney, where I’m currently trailing in the Bills Region Elimination Round. My adversary, Bear Left on Unnamed Road, is coming strong with his piece, Looking at and Longing for Mars, which is currently astro-kicking the ass off my Can I Buy a Damned Clue, Please?. So, if you’re interested in such things, head on over, read ’em both, and vote for your favorite. Seriously. Vote for his piece, if it strikes your fancy, but get your clicky-fingers over there and do it.

(Yeah, I see you there, not voting because you think once I’m out of this little contest, I won’t post about such nonsense any more.

Silly rabbit. All I post about is nonsense — and are you sure you want to take the risk that this type of thing won’t be replaced by something worse? Think hard about that one, my friend.)

Okay, that’s about it. Back to the funnies soon.

Oh, one last thing before I go, just as an aside — I’m currently six visitors shy of twenty thousand. (Sure, that includes a couple of ‘mes’, before I managed to filter my own hits, but let’s not quibble here, people.)

In general, as this milestone approacheth, I’d like to thank all of you for stopping by, reading comments, or just looking for porn.

Well, okay, not so much the porn-monkeys. They tend not to stay and read, and they’re frankly bringing down my property value. Plus they get the keyboard all sticky sometimes. So, yeah, no thanks to the (nineteen thousand plus, probably) hits that have come from those wankers.

But to the rest of you, my sincerest thanks. I’m glad you’re here, and I hope you’re having a good time. (And if not, try a margarita or six. That always puts me in a beter mod.)

And while I can’t properly show my appreciation to all of you, I would like to commemorate the occasion by buying just a little gifticle for whoever is big number two oh. (oh oh oh, to be precise… but I thought I told you not to quibble, dammit!)

So, if you’re the lucky twenty thousandth customer, and you’ve got a wishlist (and you’re not one of those people looking for Janet Jackson’s boob, or naked Stripperella pics, you sweaty little bastards), then you’ll be getting a little surprise in the mail. You know, assuming I can figure out who the hell you are, and where your wishlist might be. But it all worked out at ten thousand, so here’s hoping.

I’ll let you know what’s going on there as soon as I know. In the meantime, thanks again, and check back later for more nonsense. It’s all blather, all the time, baby!