Welcome, newcomers!

This is my friendly little blog, where hardly anyone ever gets hurt. And even if they do, I totally didn’t mean it. And even if I did, I’m sorry now and I promise not to do it again.

Dang it, now I have scared some of you. I sense you are looking for an escape key, but let me assure you, there is no escape. I have designed this to be a Sticky Blog, which is a term I learned from searching the Googles and the Internets. I don’t know what other people mean by Sticky Blog, but as for me, just try to lift your fingers from the keyboard right now and see what happens. OK, so maybe you could lift your fingers, but later, if you don’t come back for a nice visit, I might have to send Tiny to visit you at your home I will be Oh So Sad.

An introductory tour

Meanwhile, I invite you to delve into my turbulent past, by checking out the Random Favorites or Recent Posts or clicking around through the Categories or the Tag Cloud over there on the sidebar. You could read the About Me page if you want a few disturbing insights into just who you might have unearthed here. What you really want to do, though, is to check out those Brilliant Remarks, because, pound for pound, I have the smartest and wittiest readers ever in the universe. Honest, you could look it up.

The future is fun! The future is fair!

Anyway. I have Big Big Plans for the future. There will certainly be some Chicken Talk, which may or may not include poop (just saying). I’m sure there will be more Gratuitous Celebrity Photos, as those dang celebrities continue to stalk me. With any luck at all, we will hear from My Brother Bob, who is apt to pop in with a Bobism any old time, especially if I forget to lock the doors and windows. And of course there is a neverending supply of True Tales of the Family and The Wayback Machine, complete with genuine antique black and white photographs.

I promise you won’t want to miss a single word. Plus, there’s always Tiny. Just think of this as your second or third home, except that you can’t actually sleep here or anything, and there’s nothing to eat.

You won’t be sorry (probably)

Seriously. It’s usually better than this. I need more sleep. Just take it out for a test drive. There is no obligation and refunds are cheerfully given. I should shut up now. Except, one more thing. If you don’t come back, The Dog Gets It.

I'm just kidding. I don't even know this dog.