As is probably grossly evident, it’s been (with one important exception) a profoundly shitty year around here. I swear, I feel like fucking Punxsutawney Phil on a brilliantly sunny day - "OMG! There’s my shadow! Run! Hide!" - I don’t dare poke my head out, for fear that yet another Really Bad Thing will blast me in a drive-by. Puts a damper on the blogging, I gotta tell ya.
The next two weeks are going to be a fucking nightmare. Away from home, stuck involuntarily in a shithole fundy Republican-run town, life in suspended animation. In theory, that should make for good blogging conditions; in practice, maybe not so much, since my current environment seems to have forced my brain into suspended animation, as well. Amazing, the anesthetizing effect these idiots can have on you.
So I’ve begun updating the blogroll - at least then you can read folks who make sense, which is not guaranteed in these quarters for the time being. (Still working on it; if I’ve promised you a link and it’s not there yet, never fear - it’s forthcoming.) Pay particular attention to Mikey and Righteous Bubba, whose genius I discovered courtesy of Da Boyz at S,N! (or, rather, courtesy of their Comments section). If you’re unfamiliar with their respective oeuvres, I suggest starting off with a comment thread from today; scroll down until you reach the Bear/Puma Rap between the two. (Yes, I know it’s confusing, what with other comments interspersed, but it’s worth the effort. Steve, you especially will appreciate this.) Seriously, though, the commenters at S,N! are some of the smartest and funniest in the blogosphere - and none of this "Fitz!" crap, either. Sometimes I go there purely because I need a laugh, and it rarely disappoints.
In other news, Maru has renovated her digs - she’s got a sleek, elegant new look to go with the snark. Contributing bloggers Undie Lib (heh) and JasonC now appear on the sidebar, too. (Note to divageek: What’s your URL, woman?)
Finally, I’ve got half a dozen posts in the pipeline, in various stages of undress. If I can ever get them decently attired, maybe they’ll put in an appearance. Or maybe I’ll just let them run around starkers, risking lewd-conduct arrests . . . .
