It’s hot, Africa hot***
Wow – the old blog is quiet. Kind of nice. Feels like I can write about anything and not get backlash. I can be controversial and edgy and run in circles until I collapse (not with scissors of course ’cause that would be dangerous). ….. Uhm …. So …. It’s really hot outside. Yup, yup … Kind of muggy which makes it worse.
(snickering from the back of the blog with a drawled out “insightful. Soooooo glad you’re back.”)
Hey, you know, you can’t just jump into being controversial. You build up to it. Ease into the heavy stuff. Okay fine so I can’t think of anything controversial or edgy. The heat has me holed up in the recesses of a dark room with air going full blast waiting for night to fall so I can go outside. I really, truly, madly, deeply hate Arizona summers (catch the Alan Rickman reference there – old habits die hard (hah – see I did it again) … This knowing I don’t have any readers is kind of fun. Ooh the sun is beginning to set. I’ll write more tomorrow. See ya’!
(“Oooh, how will I sleep!” Door slams.)
*btw – the voice of the blog sounds like Tim Gunn on his snarkiest of days with a little tiny bit of Frank Nelson if you are old enough to remember him. Google him if not.
***quote from Neil Simon’s Biloxi Blues