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Where the Hell Did the Day Go, Anyway?

Look, I’m a douchebag. I know, I know.

Still, there’s just nothing here tonight. I just got back from a show at the Emerald Isle (‘Tape at eleven!’ Or, more likely, ‘Tape by the eleventh!’), and I’ve got to be at work tomorrow by nine to prep for a demo that I’m helping to give a half hour afterward. I’m gonna get six hours of sleep as it is, and I’m just damned poopered. I’m sorry.

Berate me, go ahead. Cajole me. Needle me, if you must. Or look up more words in the thesaurus that mean ‘give me the verbal finger‘, and then do those, too. I deserve it all, I suppose. There’s been a bit less of me around lately, and frankly, the rest of the week isn’t looking much better. The site’s not exactly falling apart around me, but many of my big plans have been tabled. A few have even been footstooled. One was divaned. It wasn’t pretty.

Anyway, you know how I hate to disappoint any of you who are kind, gracious, and luniacal enough to look to this site for a dose of daily entertainment, but I’ve got a big bunch of bupkis on the hilarity front tonight.

(And when you see the clip of my set, you may well judge that I ran out of hilarity well before that point of the evening, too. Somewhere mid-afternoon, maybe. Just after lunch. Bitches.)

But as I said, I hate to disappoint you, so I’ll do my best not to. Or the best I can muster right now, anyway, with one foot already figuratively in my warm, soft bed. I think I’m drooling a little, even. Seriously, the crashdown has begun, people. Soon, I’ll be snoring, whether I bother to actually haul my sorry ass under the covers or not.

Before I go, though, I’ve got to leave you something. And while I don’t want to impinge on nef’s territory as the King Linker of Infuriatingly Addictive Flash Games, I’m in a bit of a pinch tonight. So, I’d like to introduce you to my latest obsession in that area:

Floats

I’ve got to warn you, though — if you have anything, anything at all, that needs to be accomplished in the next six hours, then for the love of banana-flavored panties, do not click that link.

Unless, of course, you’re able to casually play a game once or twice, and then stop without setting a ridiculous and arbitrary goal for yourself and obsessively playing until you meet said goal, no matter the cost to your sanity, sleep schedule, or employment status.

(For the record, the goal was 10k points. I reached it, finally, once. I still can’t stop playing. There are people on the damned leaderboard doing almost twice that well. Color me tormented.)

Also, you probably don’t want to get sucked into this hellish addiction if you’re enjoying not having carpal tunnel syndrome. Because I have to believe that all that herky-jerky mousy moving just has to be bad for your wrists. Or maybe I’m just a spaz. Try it for yourself and see… if you dare!

All right, that’s enough for one post that’s only here to apologize (again) for there being no real post today. In a week or two, I’ll climb out from under this waterfall of work, and be back to my usual reflective, verbose, zany self. I promise. Until then, get to work on that game, people. See if you can get those 10k before your bedtime. Betcha can’t.