I am a total ass. That’s all there is to it. Here I’ve been for the last week (or ten) writing crap posts about not posting or video games or whatever random garbage I could type out in ten minutes so I could get back to my quality couch warming time and I’ve somehow managed to completely forget that I have readers. Go fig! Of course when I got an email today from one of those readers to say that they had written a “thinking bloggers” post and I was in it, I was both shocked and dubious. Surely, this must be some mistake seeing as my writing is all about not writing, Simon Cowell’s moobs, and cat urine. Surely, this person must have me confused with a GOOD blogger or, at the very least, a REAL monkey. As it turns out, though, she totally meant me! Yay me!
The thing is, though, on a much less positive note, this has brought up a little issue that I’ve been working very hard to brush aside and ignore. You see, I’ve had a lot of different things going on right now and while most of them, certainly the most time consuming and distracting of the bunch, have been big and important things like starting a new company (which is still taking FOREVER!), some of the things are perhaps less noble, like playing a videogame until the mechanics of my upper appendages literally cease to function. As a result of these endeavors, I’ve been less than attentive to my blog and certainly to the blogs of others. This became supremely apparent when, in the email, she linked to the post and it had been written a week ago. That’s concrete proof that I haven’t been to her site in, at least, one full week. See why I’m an ass?
So, why am I telling you all this? I guess it’s an apology. I want you all to know that I greatly appreciate every single one of you that comes here and reads what I have to say. I want to tell everyone that I started this blog because I was in a bad place and without it and without you, I don’t know that I would have recovered so quickly. I want to tell you that while I may not be able to read your blogs everyday and comment, it doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped reading them or caring. And I want to tell you that I promise to try harder in the future.
As for my “thinking blogger” post, I don’t really want to do one. What I would like to write is a list of “real people” bloggers who I’ve met through this blog and who I like as “real people”, so here goes:
Knitten-Kittens: I’m not even going to point out that you still owe me a post about your cats, that’s how much I like you.
Bluepaintred: I’ve never known anyone who could traumatize their children in so many creative and fascinating ways. You’re my hero.
Webmiztris: You always manage to point out the weird thing I thought no one else had noticed. You make me feel like I might be normal…or, at least, not alone.
QueenieCarly: Mike Logan can cuff me anytime, but Mr. Big I could do without! (P.S. If you have to, lie, but tell me that the seal clubbing picture was fake.)
AsaraDragon: I am tickled pink that I have a spot in a blogroll with links to both Douglas Adams and Kevin Smith. The minute I saw that, I knew I’d like you.
Courtney: I really wanted to partake in the blog off, but I was too afraid that I would end up stumped and stink up the joint with my horrible stink of stinkiness. I am such a stinker.
And now, your baby of Zen.