Blanket Apology

No, this is not a Blanket Apology as in "I'm sorry, blanket, because I peed on you in my sleep again." It is a Blanket Apology so far as it is meant to cover all manner of disappointment concerning this blog.

You see, earlier this evening (by which I mean morning, since it was posted at 4am) Laura blogged on her site, crackhousenj.tripod.com. In her blog, she placed a link to my dank little corner of the internet, the very page which you are now reading. This places a lot of pressure on me, since her site gets more hits in one day (from places like Arizona, and other random, heretofore thought uninhabitable lands) than mine does in a month. Now I face the possibility of Rad Lass fans reading (and judging) my nonsensical ramblings. Ugh.

So, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to any and all of those who came here from Laura's site. I don't update very often. For example, my last post was about our upcoming skydiving adventure. I not only failed to write about how awesome skydiving was (and, believe me, it was AWESOME), I never even finished writing out my "will" should my chute fail. I suck.

Not only do I hardly ever update this blog, the shit I do type is...well...shit. The entertainment value of my posts roughly equals the visceral thrill of watching slugs mate. Its interesting for about 30 seconds, after which one is left feeling nauseated, and strangely "randy." Or is that just the reaction I get when watching slugs mate? Whatever. Slug Porn. Google it. You know you want to.

Ummm...tired now. Must awkwardly grope Laura then pass out. That's what I do. That's ALL I do. Go to http//www.losinfartos.homestead.com and sign the guestbook. Tell me all about how clever I think I am. Or something. I get the last laugh, because I get to hump Laura, and I don't even have to send her money. From Arizona. Sure, its hot, but its a dry heat.