First of all, I may have made a little mistake in the moments before my departure. I left a note on CJ's desk, simply stating "Thank you for holding it down while I'm gone." Well, what I now realize is that I placed that note right on top of our daily pageview report, and he held it down admirably to say the least. My fault entirely, and I thank CJ for his service.
Despite this snafu, whatever Guy Who tauntingly toe tagged our "blog" is way, way off. For one, I don't even know what a "blog" is. For two, this balog doesn't have a friend "Mark". I checked. And let me tell you something, Guy Who, no one declares this balog dead except for me, ya smell me? This reminds me of D.K., the most senior member of my ant farm. Sure, he's a shell of his old self. Sure, it's been a long time since he's shown any signs of activity. Sure, most days it seems like no one knows he's there. But I do, and it's my ant farm. And in the event that some of my old friends ever decide that they feel like coming over to play again for old time's sake, I'll be damned if I'm going to look them in their eager eyes and tell them that D.K. is no longer around for their entertainment.
Let me tell you about the last Guy Who doubted me. He was a steward
ess on my flight home, and no one who witnessed our confrontation will soon forget his slack-jawed stance as I easily fit my Lego Duplo Set #5795 Big City Hospital into the overhead compartment. Carry on, I did, and carry on, I will.
Will you? Special announcement tomorrow. Suck it, haters. This one goes out to you. It's open.