RoverPundit

I tink I got a code...

Sorry for the lack of posting. I actually have several things I'd like to talk about, such as miniature tank combat and the implications of drunkenness thereon, nifty blognews, several wine/food recommendations, all the wonderful personal news that draws you here.

Yes, you. Don't look over your shoulder. I wasn't using the plural you. You're it. The only one who comes here. Simplifies apologies, let me tell you.

Hey, come back! Don't leave. It's cold outside, and the wolves are after me...

Anyway, I've picked up what may be the ultimate stealth cold. Noticed it a few days ago, when I had the slightest hint of a scratchy throat. It never progressed much beyond that, so I wrote it off to allergies, and would have continued to be blissfully ignorant had I not been ready to pass out at seven fucking thirty on Friday night. Struggled through the weekend, drank beer and ate good (read:unhealthy) food while doing phenomenally stupid things like playing frisbee in the rain. Duh.

Andy remarked

I'm rather enjoying this concept of not posting anything significant on the weekends. Maybe RoverP is on to something.

I rather think I am. During the week, time and health permitting, I try to maintain some low standard on this blog. Occasional bursts of creativity raise the bar, and those who start reading after seeing one of these bursts quickly stop after noticing that it's a one-hit wonder kind of thing.

Above all, I do this for fun, and to stay in touch with friends. Hence the weekend absences. I have a (very) active social life, numerous hobbies, and a fiancee that deserves the highest levels of personal attention (trust me, I don't mind). Since October of last year, I've been home for exactly two weekends. One, I was nursing a cold, and the other was enforced by the current cold and a decision that if I didn't clean my apartment soon my cats would become feral. Fat and feral. There's a fun mental picture.

So there you have it. It's not that I don't love you (I'm talking to you again...), it's just that I have a life of sorts, and enjoy it. I've found a groove that works for me, and I hope that you'll forgive my frequent absences.

Oh, and if you click more, there's a kitten picture.

'Cause I love you, that's why.

Posted by Dork at April 21, 2003 04:19 PM | TrackBack