“And you may ask yourself, well
How did I get here?
And you may say to yourself, ‘my God! What have I done?’”
The people have spoken and they want lesbian squirrels. For me, this is a change of pace; I’m writing something people actually requested. As a general rule I spew forth whatever pops into my head. Then I post it with the same level of marketing acumen one might use if they were to print their screed on a sheet of paper and staple it to a random telephone pole. (Historical note, before the internet there were people who did this. Back then they were called “weird”. Now that we’ve substituted WordPress for shit stapled on a wall we call them “bloggers”.)
Regardless, the universe has told me that lesbian squirrels must exist and I am the man for the job. As quests go, it’s a lot easier than finding a grail or curing cancer. So I accept.
First of all, thanks to the handful of folks who forced my hand. If it sucks, it’s your fault. Also, you guys rock!
As my way of saying “thank you” I’m officially declaring everyone who gave me a tip is a member of the “Curmudgeonly League Of Awesome”. Anyone who gave me a tip, or gives me a tip (hint hint), will receive a password. (It’ll be e-mailed to whatever address you gave PayPal.) The password unlocks the posts I’ll be putting up over the next week or so. (And no, they’re not all written yet. Apparently I never evolved beyond getting assignments done in the nick of time.)
If you didn’t send a tip, don’t panic. Posts will be released to the entire known universe (and aliens with Wi-Fi) in due time. The advanced viewing is just a little reward I invented on the fly.
Thanks and happy reading.
P.S. If you sent a tip and didn’t get a password it’s either coming or I screwed up. If you don’t get it in the next 24 hours send me an e-mail and I’ll resend toot sweet. Also you don’t need a username and I’m not tracking any of this (unlike the NSA). It’s just a password to unlock a blog post and not some sort of cryptographic wizardry.
P.S. Forgive me for falling off the no politics bandwagon last week. I’ve already been bitched out once for my sins. Consider me chastised.
Not so sure this will be the Next Big Thing, but….. if you find squirrels that do not eat nuts, you may be on your way.
Lesbian activist squirrels prefer honey and pop-tarts.
Free range honey and liberal pop-tarts.
How many tips so far? Or should I ask?
That’s currently a trade secret closely held by me and the NSA. But rest assured you are in a very select club.
Sorry brother, but you’ve lost me as a reader with this password crap.
But, may your tractor live long, and prosper.
It’s all going live Monday and then I’m probably done with it. Be patient; I wanted to do a reward thing and couldn’t e-mail bacon.
You know what? It’s my blog so I don’t have to stick to any plan. I don’t have to wait until Monday. If I’m inadvertently being a dick I ought to rectify it.
I’ll go live in an hour or two. (I’m not near good WiFi or I’d do it right now.)