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Hey there, people.
Sorry about the interruption in service earlier today — my friend who hosts the site apparently had some ISP shenanigans go on, and the machine hiccuped on requests for a few hours. So sorry to keep you from your regular dose of drivel.
But now I’m back, and it’s quite possible that ‘a vengeance’ is soon to follow. You see, there’s a story abrewing, though I’m not quite ready to tell it yet. It’s a tale of words, and theft, and international intrigue. Very exciting, let me tell you.
(Though frankly, I’m not sure I can really back the ‘intrigue’ part up. It’s up to you how ‘intriguing’ the whole thing turns out to be, I suppose. But it is about words, and stealing, and there does seem to be an international flavor — or should I say flavour — to the whole sordid affair. And my mild incompetence plays a key role, too. That’s all I’m gonna say right now. But isn’t that exciting? What’d I tell you, eh?)
Anyway, I’ll likely have more to say on that matter soon — though frankly, I hope not. I hope the whole situation fixes itself and becomes little more than an unsettling footnote around here. But if cans of whoop-ass need to be broken out, I’m standing ready by the whoop-ass cabinet, just in case. I’m even wearing the whoop-ass smoking jacket, with matching whoop-ass bunny slippers. I’m in full fuckin’ regalia, baby. Word.
Meanwhile… eh. I’m done for the night. With the network issues, you probably didn’t get a chance to wade through the crap I came up with last night. As for me, I’m gonna get some damned sleep tonight, now that the Sox have a couple of days off before the World Series.
(Yeah, that’s all the gloating I’m gonna do, I think. Unless I run into Yankees fans out there in the real world, of course. Them, I’ll gloat over. It’s just not worth the effort unless I can see the pained, impotent looks on their faces.
I think I won’t even say a word, either. I’ll just turn around, drop trou, and waggle the ass end of my Red Sox undies in their faces. And hope that I remembered to wear underwear that day. Wiggly!)
All right, that’s it. Soon, I’ll have more — like, you know, anything — on the saga I alluded to above. And hopefully, something fun worth talking about, too. In the meantime, let’s just hope that nasty ISP keeps its network humming along, so we can converse here uninterrupted. Don’t you just love our little chats? I know I do!
Peace, folks. I’m out.Permalink | No Comments
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