Weekend

It's getting on for 2 o'clock in the morning, and this is no time to be starting a blog entry. I have, as it happens, about three new entries in mind, but this isn't any of them. I also have a fairly complete plan for implementing a WalkyChatty channel (even though, as I said before, it's the most useless thing imaginable -- or more likely because it is). And, for my sins, I am probably committed to making the next move in this outrage against sense and decency, which could easily consume the whole weekend -- or week -- or month -- if I let it. What was I thinking of?

Then there's a Marching Boys get together on Sunday, which I am hosting, and there's this bizarre event to attend, and suddenly I'm thinking AAARGH! AAARGH! AAARGH! Where am I? What the hell's going on?

And so.

So instead I'm composing this non-entry, and contributing wacky additions to the comments on previous entries, and indeed to other blogs around town, and generally avoiding as many issues as I can find to avoid. Which, as it happens, is one of the things I'm really good at.

But I do want to say this, dear readers, and it's important, so listen the fuck up.

(cough)

I quote:

Quoting oneself is so tacky, don't you think?

What that all adds up to: don't trust me. In the long term, I'm planning to take you for a ride. Sooner or later, I will betray you. It's what I do best.

Stay. Read. Enjoy or not. But don't believe a word of it.
Posted by matt at September 13, 2003 02:35 AM