Late last night I put up a post, which I've been doing fairly regularly these past few weeks.
I was in a hurry to post something before midnight, although I didn't really have anything much to talk about.
I know. When has that stopped me before?
Still, it bothered me. The post was forced, poorly written, and built around an end line more stupid than clever.
I know. When's that stopped me before?
But, as Spinal Tap teaches us, there's a fine line, and I felt like I crossed it. So I did something I rarely do. I took the post down.
Every once in awhile I go back through my posts and reread them. And, without spraining my arm patting myself on the back, some of them are pretty damn good. Funny. Well-written. Insightful. Thought-provoking. Alright, maybe not. But they make good time killers, and that should at least be the price of entry.
Last nights' post was none of these.
So what I'm saying is if you were one of the unfortunate ones who actually read it while it was up, I'd like to apologize.
But if you've followed me on here for any length of time, I think you know what I'm not saying is it won't happen again.
