Lately I've been bursting with ideas and half-baked inspiration for blog posts but, alas, I have little more than hastily scrawled notes and befuddling hieroglyphics as evidence. I just feel as though I need to be writing and kvetching every day even though my self-discipline has never been monkish.
But starting tomorrow, Dear Reader, I'm striving to update this thing at least once a day, every day. Bold, you say? Vainglorious foolishness? Boundless hilarity? Perhaps. And if this pledge seems like a promise of quantity over quality, well, that's probably accurate. Let's just see how this foray into chutzpah turns out.
See you tomorrow.
But starting tomorrow, Dear Reader, I'm striving to update this thing at least once a day, every day. Bold, you say? Vainglorious foolishness? Boundless hilarity? Perhaps. And if this pledge seems like a promise of quantity over quality, well, that's probably accurate. Let's just see how this foray into chutzpah turns out.
See you tomorrow.
3 comments:
this was funny -- please blog about a lame Yankee from the 1987 season in the near future. Player of your choice. Thanks and good day.
dude, it's almost officially Monday already! Where's my Ron Hassey fix??
Patience, young Padawan. It's coming. And lame as he is, I can't promise it'll be about Ron Hassey.
On a team that fielded such luminaries as Wayne Tolleson, Bobby Meacham, Rick Rhoden, and Charles Hudson, is Hassey really lame enough?
Surely we can do better?
J
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