CALL ME SNAKE

On another note: I had my dates mixed up and missed the 2d anniversary of that little blog known as Call Me Snake. I can't believe I've been doing this for two years. I never planned on doing this in the first place. I guess you could say, to quote Bill Clinton, that I did it "for the worst possible reason--just because I could." Because all it took was 3 easy steps--or maybe, in my case, 10 difficult steps, but let's not nitpick here. This is a time of celebration. Anyway, I experimented one night because I could and two years later, I'm still experimenting. I suppose because I can.

As I said before, I never figured on doing this for so long. But I must be getting something out of it right? It is fun, I think. At least I tell myself that at times when I'm not doing all the things I'm supposed to be doing. And it's nice to have a place to put down those ridiculous thoughts that maybe, just maybe, nobody else in the world is having--not because they're so brilliant but rather because they're inane in a uniquely, idiosyncratically peculiar way. Well, all right, it has been fun. And if that's the case, it's mainly because of you--the incisive comments I never figured on getting and the many brilliant entries to the many ridiculous contests we've held over the years: bumper stickers, epitaphs, Rocky Balboa quotes, and the like. I'm going to stop being a curmudgeon long enough to say thanks for hanging in there with me during those months of entries about Antoine Walker, plus my mad ravings about coupons and Solaris and Whole Foods and 7-11 (which I still haven't sat down in front of, tempting as it may be). Adios amigos, as they say in the land where I'm going; see y'all in a week or so.