What can I say? I've got nothing today. Oh sure, I have a host of ideas and topics that I could write about, but everytime I start writing something, I find myself totally losing focus and winding up with absolute gibberish.
Further, I will be travelling Wednesday throu...sheesh, I sure could go for a hot fudge sundae. Where, was I again? Oh yeah, I'll be travelling Wednesday through Friday and, therefore, it is going to be a barren week of Random Thoughts (although, I will try and post something tomorrow, but cannot make any promises).
That said, thank you to everyone for your continued support. If I cannot get something up tomorrow, I will see everyone next Monday!
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I came up with a radical idea- you should implement a "guest worker" program for when you are traveling. When you are unable to post, the "guest worker" would post for you (although not available on "parade days"). It could be a fairly seemly transition, assuming your audience can read other languages.
Screw your guest workers - send 'em all home on a bus! Sorry, this site is not meant for political diatribes.
I actually like WB's guest writer idea (especially since it can be allowed by the blog rules). Each regular reader can take one day - I am sure we can find at least one interesting random nugget to rant about. If nothing else, it would provide a forum for daily comments.
Maybe BoilermakerTom can be a guest host?
Fuck the guest writer! That would be like putting in a designated hitter.
In my youth, I used to play the manly game of 16" softball, not that pussy shit 12" they play in the "cake eater" suburbs; but a real finger busting kind of game, that makes you glad to be a man.
Every once in awhile you'd get some fat fuck who would hit a triple, but because he was so old and/or fat he'd only get a single. After getting his breath back, this lard-ass geezer would ask for a pinch runner. This was always up to the descretion of the opposing team. It sucked because if you didn't give pudge-boy his runner the other team would think you were a bad sportsman. I always said no to chubbs, because 1. being 6'5" and 300 + pounds, I don't give a rats-ass what anybody but my momma thinks about me and 2. which is the more important point, if you can't play the whole game, don't play the game at all. This is why my fat, old ass sits at home now and watches the Amazing Race on Wednesday nights instead of asking for a pinch runner and thinking i still have what it takes to play in my boy hood Wednesday night league.
Suck it up Danny-boy. Walk the walk. Blog the blog.
I don't care if you have to keep your scrawny ass up to 5:00 a.m. to get it done, but I want YOUR random thougths, not some pinch runners.
Now drop and give me twenty!
Puss.
Hmm . . . perhaps I could just put a tape recorder on a string around Dan's neck when he's at home and then transcribe the random thoughts he discusses with me nightly should he encounter another case of writers-concentration-loss.
If my memory serves me correctly, last night there were discussions about some ESPN sideline reporter and Kerry Wood striking out 12 batters in 4 or 5 innings or was that Wood thing last night? (see - this is why I need the tape recorder)
O.k. I'll allow the wife/transcribe thing...but I don't think it's necessary to tie a string around Dan's di...OH WAIT A MINUTE! You wrote neck! Phew. Around his neck is alright. Yeah, around his NECK is o.k.
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