October 5, 2006

I make no promises

by @ 9:33 am. Filed under This Site

Let’s see…the last time I update this was May. It’s early October. We’ll call it roughly 5 months since I posted last.

A couple things have happened since then. One or two.

And I haven’t mentioned any of them. Rats!

I’m not quite sure why I wasn’t doing this. For a while I just didn’t want to. Then sometimes I did, but just didn’t do it. Then I really did want to, and tried to, but I couldn’t remember my password. I had loaned out my laptop (which remembers the password) and when I tried to do it on my PC…nada. I dug around a bit to try and re-discover my password but…

Apathy. Ya know. Like…who cares?

But now I have my laptop again. I can find out my password. There is a lot of crapola to go off about and I know there are some people who really want to see some things or hear about some things or whatever.

So…this is my promise.

I promise nothing.

Yep…absolutely nothing. I promise, right here and now, that I may or may not keep this thing updated. I promise that I may or may not have lots of neat and idiotic things to day. I promise I may or may not share all kinds of pictures and shit with you are. I totally promise to maybe do more.

Hell…even the title of this post is wrong now. Woo hoo! I’m on a ROLL BABY!

But this is a start of something. The something could be nothing, or it could be everything.

And one final note for now…the Month Long Experiment was a bust. Sorry folks, I don’t have the willpower. Or do I…

4 Responses to “I make no promises”

  1. Mary Says:

    He lives! But, I’m hesitant to believe this is true as I just can’t deal with the loss of Neil and his blog again.

  2. dnc Says:

    My promise is no promises however!!!

  3. Moe Says:

    I will make you a promise. If you don’t start posting at least once a week like we all agreed you are going to owe Matt and I some money :)

  4. the mwg Says:

    oh my god. Oh my freaking popsicle chomping paisley warthog. Great Caesar’s Ghost playing pinochle with Ben Franklin’s dog.

    knock me down and call me Sally, knock me up and call me Joe. I never thought again I’d see the glorious words of Douglas Neil appear on a shimmery LCD screen again. And yet like stick of butter on a greased pig, here it is.

    wow.

    this is great. Welcome back.

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