Bloody Merry Morning…

Hello out there in the Blogiverse.

“As you read this, I don’t want you to feel sorry for me, because, I believe everyone will die someday.

My name is Sgt. William Hart, a U.S. soldier stationed in Dubai, in the U.A.E. I have been diagnosed with blah blah blah…”

Don’t you wish this guy would die already?

I mean, what’s taking this asshole so long? I’ve been receiving e-mail from him and his similarly doomed cronies for friggin’ years!

The names, occupations, locations and diseases all change, but the song remains the same: SEND ME MONEY!!!

But I digress…

It’s about 7:00ish now. The coyotes are gone, the speed boys and the gangbangers have crawled into their holes and the citizen’s daily commuter parade has begun. The ubitquious lawn sprinklers are hissing across the neighbourhood (“Move to the desert and pretend it’s New England!”). The birds are singing and I can hear the low grumble of traffic from the highway to LA a few miles away, through the open windows in front of my desk. The office has a nice chill to it right now.

Her Nibs has already left for her day job. She’ll be back in time for supper and to helm her writing group tonight — hope my stuff’s ready. Failure to do so will have me couch-bound fer shur…

Just checked my e-mail, and it’s nice to see so many of my favourite usual suspects actually read these things. Best of all, I heard from the long-lost Tribe, who I’d given up on ever finding again.

Dude, you’re a published author! Contact me. DOWN THESE WICKED STREETS came out years ago.

Good, also, to hear from the Divine Ms. L.

And G-Man, how can blogging increase your productivity? As it is, I’m tempted to blow off everything today just doing this… it would be sooooo easy.

Hell, the mad panic of getting the last issue out (combined with a series of foul-ups, calamities and disasters, both personal and professional) meant I let a lot of things slide: e-mail, discussion groups, food, shelter, sleep, personal grooming, fighting crime in Gotham city, etc. And now you suggest I blog? Dude, get real.

And Ray, fear not! Cutlery kleptomania can be controlled. Even as we speak, a concerted effort is being brought to bear to raise funds to fight this dreaded disease. If we all band together we will win this struggle (SEND ME MONEY!!!)

Anyway, lemme do a little work here, finish reading those workshop stories, get some coffee started and maybe put some pants on…