06/09/2005:""Sorry. I've been really busy....""
Do you know anybody who's always telling you how busy they are? Do you get sick of them telling you how busy they are, like it's some kind of cross they're bearing for the rest of us? Who isn't busy? Let me tell you how busy I am. I'm:
Busier than a bricklayer in Beirut.
Busier than a billygoat with two peckers.
Busier than a bullshit shovel in a used car lot. (I made that one up myself!)
Busier than a three-tailed cat in a rockin' chair store.
Busier than a one-armed paperhanger with a case o' hives.
Busier than a one-legged cat buryin' a turd on a frozen pond.
Busier than a one-legged man in a butt kickin' contest.
Busier than a French politician at an ass-kissin' convention.
Busier than a hooker on a trooptrain.
Busier than a cranberry merchant in November.
Are you that busy? This might be another lame excuse for not posting, if it weren't for the fact that we (I) won't be posting AT ALL soon. Blogging, whatever that was, is very clearly passe, and the few hundred people that view this page each day have only left two comments in six months. How is that fun?
We'll be completely redesigning the site soon, and saying goodbye to the bloggy-woggy. Feel free to post your yeas or nays here. There might not be a new post for a while unless Terry finds his password (I'm not telling him what it is) and decides to go nuts.