Wednesday

I am fairly certain that as I was pulling out of my neighborhood this morning I saw Daniel Radcliffe pulling in, riding in the back of a plain white church van.

He was wearing his big Harry Potter glasses and he waved to me.

He didn't seem unhappy.

Where are the complaints?

Come on people, we both know that you have been on the brink of suicide because of the lack of posts to my blog.

But before you commit hary-cary folks, I have to fuss at you for a moment. Why on earth did you not complain that I have taken so blasted long to post a new post?

It's not like there is no one out there reading this blog. It's not like nobody cares what I have to say. You all care. YOU ALL CARE!

ridiculous!

I post on October 1st, and then I don't post again all the way through October and the beginning of November, and you just sit back in your homes and suffer quietly.

FOLKS! You don't get what you don't ask for.

For my part I apologize for not posting. That was kind of bad. I was busy with something stupid.

But that's not important. What is important is the lack of ownership my readers have taken for their civic responsibility of keeping me writing. I haven't looked at the numbers yet, but there is a good possibility that your failure to complain that I waited so long to post may be responsible for the economic downturn in America.

shameful.

I can only do so much. I write the glorious blogs that hold the space-time continuum in check. But I cannot be held responsible for not writing the blogs. When I don't write, it is definitely all your fault.

I forgive you.