This blog is dead.
No, not this blog. This blog is fine. There will be plenty of posts after this one for you to return to again and again:
The blog I'm actually talking about is this one. Chris's blog. Chris, who most of the time, doesn't even seem to remember he has a blog. Hey Chris! You do. And it looks like this:
It's not really Chris's fault though. Or so he tells me. Or something. Oh, I don't really know since I'm usually only half-listening. As far as I can understand, he has a busy life. Largely in part because of his extremely busy publishing job. Busy, busy, busy, busy:
See? Work, work, work. It's just as awful as it looks. Trust me.
More work doing...this. (This is extra torturous since math is involved.) The girl on the right is me. HAHA! Of course it isn't me. I'm way hotter.
And this...cheerleader-y thing.
Plus this. I'm tired just looking at this. When does the man sleep? Sad.
Busy, busy, busy, BUSY.
This kind of deep thinking is a LOT of work.
As is this kind of high-level Political Summiting:
Politics blah blah state economy yadda yadda action hero woo wee write in your dead blog, dude.
Because I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD where NOTHING EVER CHANGES and I AM BORED, BORED, BORED, BORED and I need something new to read:
I seriously wish I was kidding.
In conclusion (part 1): In lieu of flowers for Chris's dead blog (R.I.P. Scribbles), please send donations TO ME since I have totally slapped together worked very, very hard on this post.
And in conclusion (part 2): To all of my readers who like the ladies, you are welcome. And to all of my readers who like Chris, you are welcome too.