I’m back…though I didn’t actually go anywhere.
I’m back online. You may have noticed that I was offline for a few weeks. You may have not. I can’t read your freakin’ mind, so really, only you know what you know. Anyways, the “official” story of my offline-ness is that a cute little kitten got into my compy tubes and stole my internets. That’s the story we’re going with at Casa Bemer. If you want the unofficial story, you’re going to have to make it up in your head because I don’t really want to talk about it. I plan to instead forget it ever happened and hope everyone learned a lesson about not deleting things they don’t recognize. An important lesson. Another good lesson is not to get drunk with people you don’t recognize, but that’s a different, unrelated and quite irrelevant story that isn’t actually my story.
So anyway, if you missed me, here I am. However, I’m going to go now because I’m watching the Emmys. I’m suffering from withdrawal from decent television and am hoping to fool myself into believing I’m watching Heroes just because some of the same people are on the screen.* Hopefully this will work…
* Yes, I do realize the futility.
So blame for your being offline falls squarely on your shoulders? Is that what I’m reading here? For the love of Jesus, say it ain’t so…
Hmmm…clearly, Regis, you’re not that good at reading between the lines…
Perhaps, but I’m not the one with rogue kittens stealing internets. I would’ve blamed that nutty Mormon, Mitt Romney. .
“Internets”? You keep using this word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
They even used it on the View. How many of them are there? And are they really made of tubes?
It has a meaning? I was using it as a placeholder, mostly. Like I use most of my words.