Saturday, April 26, 2014


I have writer's block.

Not even funny, Calvin.
I've been trying to write something all night, but it's not working. I guess I'm just not good at this.

I think I'm wondering where Bill the Butcher has been for the last few days.

I think I've been obsessed with buying a new car.

I think I don't believe in myself.

So I apologize that you spent the time and effort to click here just to find that I've got nothing to blog about.

Thanks, though.

I don't know why I don't get more reader suggestions.

Other than...I don't have many readers.

I would welcome them, though. Just saying.

Here's a picture of a beautiful thing, as my way of saying thanks:

Tomorrow, maybe, Drunkards. Thanks for loving me enough to click.

Ideas are ALWAYS welcome


  1. I want to see what pattern you bought recently. And what book you're reading. And what you had for dinner. And your Chuck Norris shrine.

  2. This is the ghost of Bill the Butcher. It thanks you for your concern about the absence of his physical body. Said physical body is out of town on a work-related trip and will return home Tuesday. In the meantime, write about hagfish, please.


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