Drink Rum

Ya know, it's amazing to think that I have a job that'll allow me to sit and listen to all four sides of The Wall without being interrupted once. I don't have that job mind you, but it's amazing to think that I did. I did finally get through the whole thing from start to finish but it was broken up a bit. Vendor meetings tend to spoil the mood a bit. There was a guy doing the demo who said he "was excited to get to the meat of the presentation." I sorta murmurred aloud, "How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" I got a couple of looks and a "What?"
"What?" I said back looking clueless (main face lately).
"What did you say?"
"What did you say? I dunno. What?"
"Are you on drugs Monty?"
"No, not today. Heh heh, no, but really no drugs."

So I have a question... at one point I could count the number of readers of this blog on one hand. At that time, I was writing for myself so I wasn't terribly consistent or... um... entertaining much. But over the past week or so I've been finding that there are quite a lot of lurkers out there. So this is a hand count. I'm curious how many people read this. If you read me, please put a comment on this thread. It can be anonymous and a "yo" is sufficient.

Also, wankers who think it's funny to add like 50 comments... don't do it. Yes, I think it's funny too, but this is a scientific experiment with controls and variables and a cattle prod, so don't make me tazer you into the stone age.

That reminds me... I need to go buy some fuses.

With tomorrow being the 4th of Julio, I need to get my explosive fix... well... fixed. I don't have any missiles per se, but I do have a keg of smokeless gunpowder, some red phosphorus, a bit of magnesium, and some diesel fuel. I'm thinking I can have me a seriously good time with that little mixture.

OK, I'm kidding. I don't have any diesel fuel.