October 18, 2006
Promises, promises
I have a secret. Shhhh. I don't post every day.

This irritates me. Not sure why.

I've decided I want something new on this site on a daily basis, so I'm going to at least update the l'il pink box on the right. Every day that I'm not on a zip wire in Costa Rica or lounging poolside with Clooney. Updates should include my latest tiny rant, or miniature tidbit about something weird/neurotic that I do, or yet another picture of my cats.


I'm pretty sure I'm going to post later today, but who knows, I may end up in a Diet Coke coma or ONE OF THESE WINDOW WASHERS WHO HAVE BEEN OUTSIDE MESSING WITH MY HEAD FOR SIX WEEKS might wisk me away to Cancun.

Yeah. I'll probably post later today.


Blogger I-66 said...

Is this the part where I'm supposed to say that I'm waiting with bated breath? ;)

Blogger Lefty said...

Best of luck with that! I can manage about once a week or so - spread that between various outlets and the coverage becomes pretty thin. I struggled early on with how much of what to post about and decided I needed various outlets for different groups of people. Besides, this way ALL of my personalities get a chance to say something. Except the illiterate ones.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

i keep trying to hit the more-than-once a day mark on a consistent basis, but... alas.

good luck.

Blogger Heather B. said...

No, i-66, you're supposed to say, I'm not going to hold my breath.


(you better post, woman)

Anonymous Jorge said...

I'm going to be different here.

Why would you need to post every day?
I think your time would be better spent moving my articles from spaces to wordpress, because no Import function exists for spaces ANYWHERE.

Why did I start up on that shite?


Blogger I-66 said...

[turning blue]

Blogger Kris said...

Blogger is the future, J; I keep telling you that!

66 - I actually might not post today. Thought I might have. It still could happen. Not sure. More Diet Coke.

Anonymous nabbalicious said...

I wish you would post every day! But I understand -- it's hard. I have a lot of things I'd like to say but don't always know how to articulate them. Either that, or I don't want to offend everyone I know!

Blogger bandick said...

Yeah, so, with regard to the pink box on the right and the whole ass riding thing...

Got behind a big ol' truck the other day with a bumper sticker that read "Imports are like tampons, every p**sy has one". Which resulted in eye twitching and crazy mumbling from me about how this dude with his tiny penis was insulting women everywhere including his mother, sister, aunt, grammy, and first grade teacher. What did Mrs. Stevenson ever do to you to make you hate women?

Yeah. It was a chick. What the hell?

Anonymous Anonymous said...

How are these window washers playing with your mind? Do they do that thing where they look at you seductively, pout, touch their bottom lip, then trail that finger down their hairy chest and back up again. Cause that gets me every time.

Blogger Sandra said...

Waaay off topic here but I just spotted the NASTY SPIDER in your flickr, and I'm not finding the story about it in your archives - where was that so I know to never, EVER go there?

I called 911 one day when the window washers were yelling HELP out there, and those jackasses were just playing around. Next time they yell help, I'll let 'em plummet.

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, it's hard to be brilliant every day!! Which is why, although I post nearly every day, hardly any of my fodder is brilliant.

Okay, where was I going with this...????

Okay, I'm going for another diet Coke.

Blogger DC Cookie said...

Oh, to revert back to the days when a) I had time to write every day and b) I had something to write aboooot.

Blogger Margaret said...

No more Diet Coke? Is a coma really that dangerous?

Blogger Jessica said...

The more Kris, the better off I am.

Blogger Egan said...

We don't have any hot Diet Coke guys at our office, such a tragedy I tell you.

Blogger Rita said...

You should try NaBloPoMo. Everybody's doing it.

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