Readers have asked me why I sometimes go a week between postings. Normally, the answer is due to my rigid code of personal ethics. Being a major international blogging superstar is not all glamour and paparazzi -- it means responsibility. Responsibility to the millions of starstruck young bloggers who look to us as role models. These impressionable kids are the future of the blogosphere, and it is important that we international blogging superstars never set a bad example by posting while we are under the influence of alcohol or drugs, or inhalants, and so forth, or at least until we are a couple hours past peaking.
Unfortunately, the sparseness of my recent posts has had nothing to do with Pabst or Oxycontin or Testors. In three words: HARD. DISK. CRASH. Ill-fated passengers on the S.S. Seagate included five or six half-developed stories, plus all my email. I try to answer all my mail unless it involves V^i*A+G&R"A or death threats, and if I haven't gotten back to you it's because I lost record of your message. In the meantime, I promise to post more often. If you're willing to forget that whole no-posting-while-drunk rule.
funny post... Make me stop working on my baby sleep problems issue and get get a glass of scotch and chill out... at least for a while :-)
Posted by: heidi | October 10, 2004 at 05:01 AM
'hawk, have you ever tried the "Molly Ivan"?
It consists of a fistful of Oxycontin washed down with a quart of cheap gin.
Try it, and you, too, can write like Molly.
N. O'Brain
Imperial Minister for Useless Information
Posted by: N. O'Brain | September 30, 2004 at 06:22 PM
Hey man, tell Puce he shorted me on a bag
Posted by: iowahawk | September 29, 2004 at 11:19 PM
NO POSITING WHILEDRUNK? THEY CANT TELLME WHAT TODO
Posted by: JIM TREACHER | September 29, 2004 at 10:49 PM