forsooth… i live!
[Head emerges from the Ancient And Primeval Goo of Bus-Ee-Ness. Spits snorkel out of mouth.]
Forsooth… I live!
Please allow this defiant declaration to serve as a notice of my continued membership among the Quick and steadfast refusal to join the ranks of the Dead (and their horrible dental plan).
As well, please allow me to implore you — my long-suffering and mildly piratical readers — for delicious Cookies of Patience and scrumptious Brownies of Leeway as I continue to sail headlong into the rocks and shoals of Way-Too-Frigging-Much-On-My-Plate.
Alas. You should not be made to pay for trials and travails of my life.
But… if I can summon — from the very depths of my soul — the necessary fortitude to withstand the Many and Varied Spitballs of Fate, I can expect no less from you, my very-handily hypoallergenic readers.
And now! — back to the fray!
Tally-ho!
[Places snorkel back in mouth. Grasps harpoon in left hand and Russian nesting doll in right hand. Dives.]
May 11th, 2007 at 3:32 pm
I was afraid the Jacobins got ya
May 12th, 2007 at 10:19 pm
I didn’t understand much, but it sounds like good news!
May 13th, 2007 at 8:25 pm
I liked it better when your blog was in English.
May 14th, 2007 at 12:21 pm
Well, I for one wish you much success on your valiant quest, whatever the heck it is. Onward, fair varlet, and ask no quarter - for ‘twould be unseemly to beg spare change!
May 14th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
Okay, the harpoon I get. What’s the Russian nesting doll for?
May 14th, 2007 at 7:48 pm
verily great sir sween - go forth to slay that evil dragon bus-e-mess to protect we humble masses
May 24th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
endangered coffee: Jacobins will never get their butter-soaked hands on me.
Mariana: Not good, not bad, just busy. Actually, better described as biz-AY.
Otto: I liked you better when I was drunk.
Suldog: Bless you, good sirrah. Bless you…
Karen: Pfaw. Isn’t it OBVIOUS??
g-dog: I’ll do my best.