Today, I heard from a fellow that used to work for The Company but left shortly after I transferred to Fort TomCollins. He said the following:
"PS In your blog, I think there is an inverse correlation between the length of the post and the level of humor it contains. But I will say that your writing style makes the longer posts a bit more bearable than I would've expected."Perceptive little bugger, eh? It's touching that he reads the old blog given that we've actually only ever met once or twice, mostly over a particular bit of nastiness called "sleep transistors" that we're all trying to forget.
I need to issue a correction for yesterday's post. I said I needed to fast for 24 hours, but The Mrs. questioned that. So I dug out the letter and checked again - sure enough, only 10 hours of fasting.
I have nothing at all of any interest to say today. I suppose I should drone on and on about that, but without my muse, I can't even do that. Maybe I'll go put an extra-boring post on Weather or Not, since that's where I keep the stuff that isn't anywhere near interesting enough for Me, CherkyB.
Remember those words of wisdom: never blog sober.