In the Way of an Update
Yes, I’m using Twitter to maintain a token thread of activity. Yes, this is a “Golly, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but you wouldn’t either if you had as many lesions on your fun parts as I do” post. Not wholly, but partially. Yes, it’s just memetic; you’ll find these everywhere, eventually, and it’s a natural course of these things.
Additionally, for those of you who drop by and leave notes of wellwishes or recipes for pipebombs, please be aware that comments now require administrator approval. That means that I have to take precious time away from wiping myself with KFC wetnaps to let everyone else read what you think about the ethereal bond between corpses and meatloaf. Spammers are becoming more cleverer than Akismet, apparently. If, however, you rely on Boxing Jewels for keeping abreast of the ED pharma industry, please let me know and I’ll open the floodgates.
Lastly, in completely unrelated news, Robert looks to be both attending the whole notion of hooking his tube to everyone else’s, as well as, if that comes to pass, interfacelifting his place.
Also, in a move both obsequious for your attention and patently lame, I’ll have you know that there are, like, plans, and stuff, for bigger things. I honestly ponder ’bout this “place” way, way more, like totally more than you might ever care to know. I won’t ask for your patience, though, because, if you’re reading this, hell, you’re a saint anyway.
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