Balls and Walnuts
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Guest blog-o-rama
I’m all set to guest blog for Kris Starr tomorrow, and I think everything is fixed and ready to go. It should publish at midnight tonight. My time? Kris’s time? Who knows!
It’ll be ready for you by morning. I guarantee you will either (A) clamor to have me as your guest blogger in the future, or (B) delete me from your blogrolls and deny any knowledge of me to your friends and family. One or the other. As for Kris, when she sees what I’ve written about her I suspect she’ll be so angry she’ll fly out here to make all my fantasies come true.
Um, you’ll see.
I’ll be live blogging this evening. If all goes well and if I can motivate my son to get dinner in the reasonably near future, I’ll go live at 7 PM PST. Hopefully, some of you East Coasters will still be up. And Gabriele, I know you’re still up at whatever it is in Germany (2 AM?) Maybe you too, Darla. We’ll see if you have something zusagen.
See ya soon!
D.
Edited to add: Jake wants to go out for dinner at 6, so we’ll get going a leeetle bit after 7, I think.
I won’t be joinging you tonight. I’m going over to friends’ house.
We’ll miss you, noxcat!
It was fun watching you this evening, Doug. I like watching. 😉
But unfortunately, it’s my bedtime. I have to get a good nights’ sleep so I can deal with the aftermath tomorrow of whatever you’ve done…er…to me.
We’ll see what the dawn brings, yes?
Well, right now it’s 5 am, and that’s getting a tad late even for me. 🙂
2 a.m.? Sorry, Doug. I wasn’t sleeping, but in a cage match between sex and the computer, sex wins out every time. 😉
It would almost be worth being up at three in the morning just to see you live blogging.
I’ll be your gym buddy any day – get me to California and it’s a goer!
Looks like I’ll have to do an earlier live blog spot for you Europeans 😉 Soon, soon, I promise.
Meanwhile, come over to Kris’s place. We’re tossing salads.
We’re tossing salads.
That is NOT a euphemism. Not.
Oh, fuck it. Look, Doug. See what you’ve done? Next you’ll be yammering about grilling the meat, and then we’ll all be going straight to hell in that proverbial handbasket.
I’ll have none of it. You hear me? None–…
Fine. I’m in. Just tell me where and when.
Did someone turn off the AC? Weird. It’s getting hot in here . . .
*innocent blink*
I haven’t the foggiest what you mean, Doug. I feel fine. You sure you’re not coming down with something?
Sorry I missed you. I was writing. Hardcore, goal oriented, git’r done writing.
M
Yeah, DM, I used to know what that was like.
I really AM going to start writing now.