I have good news, and I have bad news.
The bad news is that I've written a long, "funny" post.
The good news is that I'm not publishing it here tonight. That's because I already posted it here; and tonight I sent it to Dodgeblogium.
I probably should explain. I've got a few things buried in my archives that I'm unreasonably proud of. Andrew invited me to post at Dodgeblogium about a month ago, so some of this stuff I send his way from time to time. (Incidentally, you might want to bookmark his site. Crimsonblog has been stable for a good while now, but if it goes down again, I'll just continue publishing there. That is, if you're masochistic enough to keep on reading me.)
These pieces were written long, long ago, when I fancied myself a writer and was actively trying to earn a living at it.
Heh.
Still, I think they're worth seeing, and there's only a couple (maybe three or four, with rewriting) more of 'em. My style's changed considerably since then, and I'm less likely to fuss over beautiful sentences and, you know, try to make the damn thing work.
I figure I've got about twenty regular readers by now. Not too impressive, but it's at least nineteen more than the editorial assistant in charge of the slush pile at The New Yorker.
Come to think of it, twenty regulars is impressive. I just hope that I'm bringing you value for your time. And maybe, just maybe . . .
Maybe . . . a little joy to the world.
Ma? MA! He's inta the likker agin!