…don’t really matter if you don’t get crap done.

This is a crap weekend. All the cool kids are in Helen for the partay, and I am beginning to think these folk are far too fond of each other. Then again, no one has ever accused me of being a so-called people person. One blogmeet a year is about all my psyche can handle, particularly after the post-meltdown effect it has on certain crap types. Present company excluded of course.

Chrissy’s taking the weekend off, and I think I will too, since I seem to have lost my oh-so-appealing edge, which also is crap. I’ll be reworking some crap around here, as well as tinkering with various other locales within the crap-laden blogoalgoremosphere. Perhaps this site’s “About” page will actually materialize into something more than a procrastination. It was passworded until a week ago, and I was receiving several inquiries via the contact form as to why it was off-limits. The most amusing note came from Fanboy, who asked “Do I have to stab her three times” to gain access to that page? I am hoping he meant the pinup girl. Anything else would be crap.

See y’all next week. Crapheads.