Cue Pulp Fiction soundtrack.

‘Tis time for a blogroll pruning. Now before you start thinking I’ve turned into this guy, please witness the wisdom from a couple of hinky tights.

Chaos Theory:

Maybe you didn’t update frequently enough, or maybe I commented a couple of times on your site and you never returned the compliment. Maybe I felt we had nothing in common; maybe you were boring as crap, or maybe you just plain pissed me off…

So on with the show, and thanks for reading.

Velocihinky:

I was adrinking skullpop t’other night, and mused to myself, as my head was doing the bobblehead thing, my blogroll sucks. It’s hardcoded, there are dead people on it, it smells like ass.

Taking a cue from Velocivishnu, ’tis rather tiring to keep clicking on blogs that rarely update or smell like ass, and as Ruth does, I find it similarly insulting if I’ve plugged or linked a blog, and they’re just too good to return the favour. The same thing goes for this recent URL change of mine – it’s been almost three weeks since the postings moved over to this side of the tracks, and so many lazy asses are still clicking over from the old place. Esta muy ridiculoso.

Obviously, the old URL remains for design purposes, since Pixy Misa has been kind enough to leave my privileges intact, but that site remains only a place for me to tinker with Movable Type templates. Bloghosting servers tend to crash from time to time (all of them), and ’tis better if my saintly design partner and myself don’t lose signals at the same time. With this design venture, I have had substantially less time to peruse blogs. It doesn’t take a genius of epic proportions to realize that if you haven’t switched my URL on your blogroll, then your happy ass certainly ain’t reading my blather. Methinks that these people don’t deserve my attentions either, so I’ll stick with my loyalists.

Capiche?