Well, It Was a Sad Day, Anyway

August 26, 2004

Man, this is a sad, sorry day.

I like to think that I deliver the goods, you know? That I can get in there and throw down with the best of them — that once the ‘juices’ get flowing, I can last just as long and go just as hard as anybody out there. And even show some talent in there somewhere, too, if the stars are lined up just right. I like to think that I can usually leave someone with a smile on their face — or even better, a little wobbly in the knees.

But jeez, now there’s this: I posted a tiny little snippet of a post today, and found — for the first time possibly ever — that the sidebars on my site are longer than the content in the middle! Do you know what that means?! In an entire week, I haven’t been able to out-write the space my list of links takes up! Shit!

(And yes, dammit, I’ve been talking about writing this whole time — I don’t know what kind of other idea you had up there, but we’re talking about writing. Wri. Ting. Pervert.)

Anyway, I don’t know how this could have happened. Usually, I’ve got pages and pages and pages of drivel to scroll through in a week. I can look at the last post or two, and not even remember what the hell I wrote. Or what I was talking about, or why someone hasn’t put me in a damned ‘home‘ by now.

But now I look at the page, and that little middle textbox of crap ends before the blogroll even runs out. My world is crumbling! My keyboard drieth up! Oh, the humanity!

Of course… now I’ve been bitching about my lack of posts for several paragraphs. And there are some line breaks and stuff in there, too. Why, I bet that if I just post this little rant, then everything will be back to normal. Barely, mind you — but I can fix the larger problem later. I’ll have way more time to write after next week, when work settles down again. In the meantime, I just have to stay ahead of my sidebars — otherwise, what the hell am I doing here, right?

So, ‘whew‘! That was close. For just a few minutes there, I wasn’t doing my job. Well, this job, anyway. And given that it’s now close to 11 am, and I’m writing this, it seems that there’s another job — a more demanding and frustrating, but infinitely better-paying job — that I’m also neglecting. So I’d probably better get to that, lest they offer to give me all the free time I want to do this job. Which would be fine, of course, except that I’d have to do this job living out of my car. So, no thanks.

Anyway, I think we’ve managed to avert the crisis. There are once again plenty enough words here to keep me happy, and (hopefully) keep you entertained. So, while I’m off making money, hop in there and read a few, dammit. It’s not the best bunch of bullshit I’ve ever put together, but it’s all we’ve got this week, I’m afraid. And maybe it’s just enough to make you a little weak in the knees, after all. I know I am. Adios!