I’m procrastinating on shit that I actually have tons of time to do. So, I got nothing all around.

In the back of my head is the thought of devising some kind of funny set list of jokey jokes and merriment for tonight’s show. But, really, wouldn’t it be funny enough to see me whimper, drool on myself blankly and then leave the stage?

Other than that, I love the fucking world wide web. Back in the horse and buggy days you couldn’t get an email from millions and millions of fucking miles away and eons of time. OK, make that 3,000 miles and some years, but you know fucking far.

Thanks to this bullshit, I’ve heard from different people from old jobs, old friendships, old passages of time, who otherwise would have fallen into dim, dusty, vague, “Huh? What ever happened…” memory, much like my virginity. I’ve almost kind of met new people, too.
And, I’ve got to stalk a few old chestnuts and whatnot from an incredibly safe cyber distance of weblog reading.

GOOGLE, I salute you.