Since it's National Blog Posting Month, I thought I'd give it a try.
Look, you don't know what it's like. Every day I have these... pressures and obligations. There's all this stuff going on. Calls to be made. I have to eat and defecate (and at different times). I have to take out trash.
Every intake of oxygen is accompanied by the weight of the world beating down on yours truly. Yes, they try to keep us down, but we plod on.
You guys are animals. Day and night I get email after email and comment after comment demanding more, MORE. MORE!
And while last month was our worst posting month since January, we'd like to think that we've turned the corner. We're redoubling our efforts at using the first-person plural. We're going to give 110%, even though we can only give 100%. By definition that is the most that anyone can give.
We've deleted every single fucking message in our inbox. No joke.
If you thought you knew a lot about music, Cleveland sports, Al Gore, Kinky Friedman, Scrubs (seasons 1, 2, and 5), local goings on in Austin, potty-training, car problems, electrical problems, man problems, insomnia, the GRE, popcorn ceiling, Macintosh, Wes Anderson films, P.T. Anderson films, Texas education, Fort Collins house prices, The Onion articles, Canadian Soldiers, public television, and shit before this month, just wait until... later.
Electric Light Orchestra - "Mr. Blue Sky"