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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

What's All This Then?

Many people have asked why there's been such a dearth of posts on the blog lately.

Well, people haven't actually asked, but I have noticed a general sense of alarm in the Internet community recently that coincides with the dearth of posts on this blog.

All right, it also coincides with announcements of Iranian nuclear ambitions and the depressing news that the late Anna Nicole Smith's child is likely the progeny of her overpriced lawyer. Personally, I was hoping the kid was Charlie Sheen's, just for the comedy blogging potential.

Nonetheless, people would ask, if they read the blog more regularly and gave a damn, just what is going on here.

I'd use the excuse of a vacation, but as we're all a bit old for Spring Break that's not apt to fly very far as an excuse. Sleeping more regularly might be closer to the mark, were that actually happening.

I had lunch with Stew today and the subject of this blog did not come up once. However, I think that was mostly because I dozed off into my carne asada.

So what follows is my best guess as to why there has been a dearth of posting. I hope these complete fabrications will not only serve as an explanation for the relative inactivity on this blog, but will also mercilessly shame the members into resuming their fortnightly contributions.

  • Stew Miller - Stew, as faithful readers of the blog know, is heavily into golf. I know this because of his elaborate collection of golf clubs, and the massive poster of Tiger Woods in a muscle shirt in his living room. Stew is also hitting the ball at absurdly massive distances. During one round last year he was without a regular driver, so he teed off with his 4-wood at each hole. He consistently bombed this club 260-265 yards...straight down the middle. I hit my 3-wood about 220 yards. I'm like the Wright Bros. trying to keep pace with a Lear Jet.

    Just last week I played in a foursome with Stew and he hit his opening drive... get ready... 350 yards. That's three and one-half gridiron pitches, not counting the endzones and goalposts. The hole was downhill a bit but that is simply sick. His approach shot was a 30 yard lob wedge. Actually, he has a combo sand and lob wedge which we all affectionately refer to as the "slob wedge."

    So naturally, Stew must not be posting regularly because he is somewhere smashing titanium-carbon-polymer blended clubfaces into three-piece Pro-V1's and basking in the absolute chaos that the impacts are creating in the space-time continuum. (I could have sworn I heard Einstein's voice during one shot, saying, "This is ridiculous.") If I were a shade under 40 and could bash a golf ball 350 yards, I'd be golfing 18 hours a day. My best was 340 on a parched day with a gale force breeze behind me.
  • Nuffy Noe - Nuffy is a free-spirited sort, prone to fits of frenzied creativity followed by lengthy absences in which he is frequently spotted in the fringes of National Geographic travelogue documentaries. Nuffy has a fascination with personal improvement regimens. (Remember Five Times Better? Of course you do!) This frequently results in long periods of tranquil introspection, usually at the peak of some insurmountable mountain, clothed in sackcloth, yak's leather, and his trusty "Five Times Better" logo-print t-shirt.

    Nuffy also has a consistent fascination with short people. We think it has to do with the fact that he was read Gulliver's Travels over 1,400 times by the town hobo when he was a wee bairn, but it also may have to do with the fact that Nuffy once lost out on a chance to portray the Jolly Green Giant in a frozen peas commerical. To this day his eyes still get misty when he sees one of those "Visualise Whirled Peas" bumper stickers.

    None of this really explains why he hasn't posted lately except to say that he really is an unpredictable sort. One moment, he's posting away about Star Trek remakes starring Warwick Davis as Spock's Torso, and the next minute he's scaling Mount Kilimanjaro with a package of frozen limas, weeping like Donald Trump at a casino demolition.
  • Jorge Carlito Viejo - Last we heard he is still imprisoned, though he gets access to the Internet for good-behaviour, which consists of not writing 4,500 page screenplays about Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman traveling the country on a tiny Harley.
  • Zimpter Fiforg - Still tramping the fetid fields of television the last we heard. Given that television involves a full day's work, unless you're Vanna White, we imagine he's up to his scapula in rewrites, production meetings, and dodgy catering fare.
  • Linus Coconut - As he is an enigma, a confusing conflagration of complex contradictions, and a stickler for alliteration, he could be anywhere, doing anything right now. Look, there he is behind you in your room. Listen, I wouldn't be surprised... that's all I'm saying.
  • Earl Fando - Well, I'm sitting here typing this rot, aren't I? Actually, I have been engaged in a rather taxig weight-lifting regimen lately that's stressed the old schedule. Still, the arms are like steel. Well, steel if steel came wrapped in a thin layer of Mexican-food inspired fat tissue. I still play a bit of footy now and then to keep the aerobic capacity above incapacitated. I've also been reading a bit of Wodehouse these days, just to elevate myself and provide some verbal inspiration for these bits.

    Hopefully, this will happen at some point.

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