“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.