Why am I bothering to write anything here? No one will read a word of it. So maybe it’s best to just put up a bunch of blah-blah, like the words next to the naked pictures in Penthouse. You could hide the nuclear codes in that copy block, and no one would ever find them.
Right now I don’t even have anything interesting to post as related material, so we’ll just call this an open thread. I’ll be roaming around Twitter for as long as I can stand it, popping by the Facebook Live feed by my “Keepin’ it 1600” dudes, checking back here, and mainly worrying. Join me!
I’ll also be fiddling with my phone. Better charge all the devices.