Dearest non readers,
Apparently there are a few of you out there, especially in Russia and some lonely random person in Germany. I feel you lonely German reader. However, I am not entirely certain you didn't come across this in a keyword search for some type of Big Foot porno site. Whatever, I'll take what I can get. Based on this information, how can I now refer to you as non-readers? The answer, in short, is that I cannot anymore.
Just got home from Phoenix. I packed a bit of consternation for this trip as I don't really know the people in this office very well, but rest easy dear continental readers, I also packed charm, handsomeness, and some rapier wit in my carry on as well. My only regret was not getting out to a local bistro for dinner or lunch. Hopefully the next time out I can convince some folks from the office there to come with me to one of their favorite haunts. The food highlight was an ass-kicking club sandwich at Yards in Scottsdale.
In other New World news, I seem to have weathered the storm from the previous posts. Pulling one's head out of their ass is never easy and usually painful, which this has been. On top of that I missed Reel Big Fish's concert (see older posts on this) and am disappointed that I am now old enough and out of touch enough to let such things pass without notice until after the fact.
Anyhoo, welcome to my readers from the far corner of the Earth. Know that you are safe here except for the fact that you will have to read this writing if you stay here long enough. Since it's been a long day, I will stop here for the night and let you contemplate these magical words. You're welcome.
BKoM
Apparently there are a few of you out there, especially in Russia and some lonely random person in Germany. I feel you lonely German reader. However, I am not entirely certain you didn't come across this in a keyword search for some type of Big Foot porno site. Whatever, I'll take what I can get. Based on this information, how can I now refer to you as non-readers? The answer, in short, is that I cannot anymore.
Just got home from Phoenix. I packed a bit of consternation for this trip as I don't really know the people in this office very well, but rest easy dear continental readers, I also packed charm, handsomeness, and some rapier wit in my carry on as well. My only regret was not getting out to a local bistro for dinner or lunch. Hopefully the next time out I can convince some folks from the office there to come with me to one of their favorite haunts. The food highlight was an ass-kicking club sandwich at Yards in Scottsdale.
In other New World news, I seem to have weathered the storm from the previous posts. Pulling one's head out of their ass is never easy and usually painful, which this has been. On top of that I missed Reel Big Fish's concert (see older posts on this) and am disappointed that I am now old enough and out of touch enough to let such things pass without notice until after the fact.
Anyhoo, welcome to my readers from the far corner of the Earth. Know that you are safe here except for the fact that you will have to read this writing if you stay here long enough. Since it's been a long day, I will stop here for the night and let you contemplate these magical words. You're welcome.
BKoM
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