Where is Smokey the Bear?

I think I finally found a template I'm happy with, but editing the header has proven to be more difficult than necessary. So that will have to wait.

In other news, California is on fire again. It seems to get worse and worse every year. I went out to Santa Monica last night to party with other Bruins and watch us finally win one. The air out there is usually much cleaner, given its proximity to the ocean. Not so much last night. It was just as bad as where I live, which is much too close for comfort to one of the fires.

But I was out, and after a full 5 days chained to my bed because of a cold, it was nice to be anywhere but home. I kept my ratio of water to bourbon at a tolerable 52:1. That's right, I had 2 glasses of spirits over 5 hours and 104 glasses of water in between. So why do I still feel like hell?

Oh right, the world is on fire. Well then, carry on.

Mad Blogs

I've spent the last 3 days sick in bed. And if all goes well, I can expect to spend the next 2 there as well. I tried leaving the house this morning to satisfy my unholy craving for a McDonald's sausage biscuit with cheese (no egg). But on the way back home, I realized my chest cold was keeping my brain from getting enough oxygen, and I was more dangerous than a drunk behind the wheel.

I also didn't remember quite how to get home. That kind of disorientation should be reserved for only the greatest spirits and narcotics, not for the elephant sitting on my chest.

But I digress.

Instead of telling you all this delightful story, I was simply going to give you a canned post generated by some crazy Aussies. (Not this one, but we like him lots too.) So here you go:

Crikey! I just climbed out from under my rock and realised I have not updated this since you last visited... You would not believe it only hurts when I laugh. My bad..

I am swilling chardonnay with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, being distracted by the shiny, just generally being a pain to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day is long and tiring from the light through yonder window breaks to I run out of alcohol. I am avoiding recapture. deal with it.

I won't promise anything to you but think of me as I battle mine enemies. What? What do you mean you don't believe me?

Have your own fun at The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator.

If You're Reading This...

I've toyed seriously with the idea of simply shutting this blog down. You might notice the utter lack of updates lately, even the dependable monthly installment of By the Numbers.  Blogs are like plants and small pets: they take care and feeding or they simply shrivel up and die. And frankly, I've never been good at plants or pets.

But then I other people's blogs and find inspiration again. Case in point: Los Angelista. I follow her on Twitter, where I live a life of greater transparency than ever displayed here. I don't know why that is. But I'm kind of falling out of love with the anonymity. Or maybe it's just the blog template.

So, if you're still around, I'll be here periodically too. And maybe I'll redecorate while I'm at it.