It Should Never Have Come To This...

I know I should have been more careful.
The moment I saw Reluctant's name in my in-box

I should have thrown the entire PC off the french balcony

and out into the snow;

and the moment I read that thrice-damned e-mail,
I should have slit my throat ear-to-ear and followed the hardware,

spending my last few moments in this world

spraying cryptic red patterns on the virgin frost.
The consequences of not pursuing this prudent line of action

will haunt me for the rest of my days.

And the most awful and damning of these consequences is this:

what you are looking at now.
My own blog.
There are (were) few things I've foresworn in this existence

and ranking right up there with never trying to mate

with a duckbilled platypus, was having my own blog.
It smelled like futility.
It stank of being in contact with a multitude of morons.
It fairly reeked of being a waste of time.
In other words, it seemed like WORK.

So how did I get lured into this abyss of blathering known as "blogging"?
(By the way, I loathe that word: Blogging. Henceforth, I'll call it Flogging,
a concept I am much more in tune with).
Well, it was all Reluctant's fault. He baited me.
He sent me an e-mail announcing the birth of his blog
and begged me shamelessly to post a comment on it.
And I, being the friendly, benevolent and trusting sort that I am,
set off post-haste across the vast wastelands of the net to do so.
But to my utter horror,

I found that I could not post any sort of comment on his blog
lest I had one of me own!
I was never so torn in my life:
Commit what I deemed a sin against nature, or let down a friend?
And since you're reading this, I don't have to tell you what I chose.
But I will never forgive him for putting me in such a predicament.
In fact, I am plotting revenge at this very moment.
More on that in a later post...