Family Amusement
So I got a text from my Dad the other day: Are you ok? I get nervous when you don’t blog.
I’m amused, because my Dad has correctly divined that when I’m not blogging, it’s probably because I am very very depressed. Or, perhaps, my whole damn blogging platform collapsed underneath me. But it’s true; if I ain’t bloggin’, I’m probably curled up in a ball somewhere and whimpering, licking the edge of a rusty knife.
The irony is that if my Dad Twittered or used Google+, he’d see that I was alive and well. If I can’t get LJ, I’ll methadone it. (As witness my review of Cowboys And Aliens – which I said was “the most creative re-envisioning of Return of the Jedi, ever” – which I posted on Google+ because fuck, LJ get your shit together. I gotta gush somewhere, man.)