Monday, October 24, 2005

Our discussions were apparently so good, they thoroughly evacuated the room of both host and guest. That’s the official explanation, at any rate, and heaven knows you’ll need to wait three weeks from this Thursday pending a half-crescent moon to hear the truth of the matter.

How are you? It’s been a few. You probably expect an apology lined with oaths most severe–and rightfully so, because that’s the procedure de rigueur. But things are different now. I realize I can’t promise you commodities like consistency and frequency because, vital as this medium may be, there are other things. It’s just a blog, not a full-time gig. What I can assure you is, should we ever careen near the verge of closing, you may take comfort in portents large and defined. There will be long bouts of silence, similar to the one we experienced, followed by posts like this:

Saturday, October 24, 2015 :::

Dear Diary,

Ate breakfast today. It was good.

Went to work. Came back.

Ate. Washed my hands.

Real wife yells too much. Comparison-shopping for android model w/out voice synthesizer module.

I would also put up a “condemned” sign or something.