I’ve clearly annoyed the masses with my lack of posting. Perhaps it was all a ploy to see how many people read this… or perhaps it was something far more intriguing and occuring within intense 1 hour episodes amounting to a total of one day in the life of Jack Bauer…
Or perhaps there was a series of simple busynesses (or businesses) that when applied at the same time with equal amount of pressure, to the same location, resulted in this particular blogger not getting any action for a month.
And by action, in this case I mean sweet sweet blogging action. Not “action” action, cause I got nuff o’ dat this last month.
So what have I been up to? Work. Loads and loads of work. You can begin to see the fruits of some of our labour at store.tacf.org. That will very shortly replace resources.tacf.org for a miriad of reasons which I shall let Mike Livingston point out when he comments on this post. And comment he will, because he reads this on an almost daily basis, and has thus been disapointed on an almost daily basis.
I, alternately, have been satisfied on an almost daily basis. Read: “action”.
Anyway, don’t buy anything on that store because at this stage we’ll take your money and not give you any product. Much like 1200s.com. Remember them? (Read: dirty rotten turntable swindlers.) Well, as it stands right now I have no turntables, but - mysteriously - twice my money back. I feel that I shall have the last laugh. And he who laughs last, laughs loudest. Or laughs longest.
Certainly, he (or I as the case may be) laughs the loneliest. But I shall laugh nonetheless!
oh come on man I’ll laugh with ya if it’ll make you feel any better…
I heart foam baseball bats.
I suppose that I am now under some sort of obligation to comment on your highly anticipated (but long overdue) post. Given the “myriad” of comments I’ve been saving over the last month, I’ve decided to restrain myself and focus on one particular issue that has been bothering me recently: talking about all the action that you (supposedly) get.
As a sexually-charged young male pursuing an otherwise godly relationship, I find your constant references to your own sexual prowess degrading and mean. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, please refer to comment 16 on the previous post and the third paragraph of the current post.
Your ongoing tributes to your self-proclaimed sexual appeal, combined with your overwhelming lack posting in the last few weeks, is all too reminiscent of a good friend of mine. Check out the link and watch closely as the similarities between these two individuals become clear — not posting often enough, not posting well enough, belief in being the sexual champion of the female gender, strangely shaped hands — the list goes on!
So please, if you’re not going to post for a long time, don’t come back a month later and claim that your absence should be attributed solely to the fact that you were too busy in the bedroom. I can deal with the daily disappointment of having no new updates on jpuddy.net, but I can’t deal with having to hear about your sexual exploits.
Next time you approach your computer and prepare to write a new post, step back from the computer and take a cold shower.
Sarcastically yours,
Mike
Hahahaahaha.
The funniest part is that you used the word sex so many times that I had to actually approve your comment. Wordpress, my sexually prohibitive blogging platform, doesn’t like your tune.
Anyway, I never said I was too busy getting laid to post on this blog. I said I was too busy working. Working hard to earn bread to bring home to my hot hot wife.
Who seduces me! It’s her fault, I swear.
Anyway. I’ve already blogged about something else, so move on. Move on you squatter!
woah…
skary comments.,.,.
as i was gawna say/typE after reading YOUR post
YOUR STORE RAWKz!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i miss schnow =(
ps : do u snowboard?
MIKE NEEDS A BLOG!!!
PLEASE MIKE, THE MASSES NEED YOU!
offhand but slightly more serious comments from requisite workstations are clearly superior.
I win Mike.
ha
I also heart nerf shotguns