Resistance Is Okay, I Guess. Never Mind Us.

In the Very Important Special Alert Notification! post from a few days ago I requested submissions for a little project. Let’s take a look at the mailbag!

Two entries.

Two lovely, glowing entries. Both of you like me, you really like me! Apparently my other two readers felt that since they couldn’t say something nice, they wouldn’t say anything at all. I respect that in sort of a Judeo-Christian/Puritan kind of way, but I’m welcoming all comments. Positive, negative, right-side up, upside down, inside, outside, whatever you wish.

Frankly, I was hoping for a little vitriol.

I’ll keep the contest open for a little while longer and if I don’t receive anything else, I’ll just finely dice the submissions that have come across the threshold to suit my evil ends.

As for the job scene, I’ve become exceedingly busy with a giant pile of non-jobs. Old writing clients have returned for freshening of their pieces, my “not a handyman” jobs are flowing in at a furious pace, I expect to hear from a gentleman about a honest-to-Jah cubicle warming position in a couple of days, and (wait for it) jury duty starts on Thursday.

All of this should mean nothing for you, dear reader, save this: I anticipate plenty of good new material in the next few days. To be honest, writing for this thing has been harder lately because I’ve had to tiptoe around some issues. I’ll summarize the situation this way, I’ve made a bargain to leave certain topics and people off of Mr. Jaunty. That’s a good thing, in a sense, but doing that has effectively lopped thirty percent of material from the short list of topics (by my rough calculation).

Gee, maybe I should fall back on more chicken hawk posts! Maybe I should do something about the parallels between the presumptive Democratic presidential nominee and a certain famous San Diego eatery. Perhaps I can take a trip to Target.

That’s why I didn’t try to get out of jury duty. I need to get out.

Your best pal,

bob