We’re not bloggers. We’re lazy douchebags.
Even though the two aren’t mutually exclusive. No, we’re just busy. I don’t work in an office, thus the down parts of my day can’t be filled with the paragon in profundity that are the Roscoe Galt rants about nothing and everything. Instead, my posting is reserved, er, confined to the wee hours of the morning or the end of a day of which I’ve spent God knows how many hours wrangling cats.
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