Yikes. I tend to sign my business correspondence with “Best,” because, well, I generally do wish the best for my clients and co-workers. But apparently, some of them are thinking that’s a brush-off!

Dear reader, know that if I e-mail you and sign the e-mail “Best,” I still love you. If I sign it “Sincerely,” I’m keeping my distance but you can trust the contents of the e-mail. If I don’t like you, you’ll see a signature like “I hope you die.” Or perhaps “Until the next time I hear from you.”

Oh, blog, I have done you such disservice to leave that lame video as the top entry since last week. And yet, I’ve not had the time to devote to you. This hardly seems fair, as you do little but wait for me. I know that some might argue that when I’m not here, you can at least serve up your content to others who might happen by. But let’s be honest– that’s like 10 people a day. You miss me.

So, what’s happened since I came to see you last?

• I have spent what downtime has been available to me with Ladybug, during which time we watched The Queen and Idlewild. I would have been better served writing in you, blog, during that time.
• I have done yardwork which was sorely overdue. Yardwork often leads directly to writing for me. That did not happen this weekend.
• The show I worked on so hard last month closed Saturday night, and strike was Sunday. Though it was an incredibly efficient strike, I think I managed to scare people by looking, at the end of it, as though I had just worked for 17 straight hours. No one else seemed to have that affect.
• I attended an “Art Party.” I understood the concept of the art party to be painting on the walls of my friend’s apartment, but when I arrived, it turned out that we were to paint things to hang on the wall. My impulse towards vandalism remains unsatisfied.