Anyway, if you've been disappointed in the lack of posting (or even reading, I'm weeks backed up on my LJFL), I'm FRICK'N SORRY, O.K.? If I could get a dispensation to have 72-hour days, I'd be able to get all the stuff I desperately want to get done taken care of, but like everything else I'd like to get in this world, I'm told to go fuck myself by the management. Needless to say, I'm behind on everything, including cluing you all in on the brilliant posts over on The Job Stalker ... last Friday's entry (yes, there have be ones since) is over there ===> and you know your life wouldn't be complete without reading it.
Well, there you have it. I've spent my evening sleep slot (much to the displeasure of The Wife who dislikes "Zombie Brendan" even more than she dislikes "Unemployed Brendan" and nags me constantly about getting more shut-eye) chatting with y'all. I'd love to promise more frequent missives, but I can't even keep up with my Twitter reading, and that's passive and skimable, so you'll just have to wait for the stars to align.