I don't know why I continue to do this every day. It's 90 seconds that I could easily be spending with my toys/figurines. And, somewhat remarkably, they show me more appreciation than you guys do. You might not see it, but trust me, it's there.
It seems like the only thing that ever gets you guys talking is changes to a website. Message received. Knock yourselves out.
Oh, I saw it. All of it. And now it's time to clear some things up.
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 stewardess 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.
To those of you who don't have time for long form pieces, here is the condensed version of the open letter from our helicopter boss who won't go away founder.
Look, I'm going to do this one little posty thing and then vanish, because I don't agree with any of what I'm about to write. I love miniature Pete Gaines. [editors' note: I have no idea what this means.] I'm somehow in Denton's camp. I hate to say it, but blame Denton all you want, if any of you die of syphilis.
With love,
IMG
Feel free to read the long version. I highly recommend it to any of you who are into (Denton) fan fiction. Go ahead and join IMG on the high road. For those of you who like fun, veer off behind me as I take you on a joyride down the low road. It gladly accepts your traffic, and it's open.