It seems like I am hopelessly addicted to trying to make you laugh. If that, my friends*, is a crime, lock me up and throw away the key.
There are many reasons why I shouldn't blog on the weekends, the first of which being that most of those I follow only blog during the week. Whenever my Google Reader says there is a new post to read from any of you on the weekends, I don't realize that having a weekend post is like finding water in the desert, and that I should ration it out so it can last me as long as possible. Instead, I recklessly guzzle the words down, soon to die of thirst as the inevitable scorching Sun Of Boredom raises in the sky, once all new posts have been read.
There are, of course, more logical reasons why I shouldn't blog on the weekends, like the documented and proven fact that my blog traffic is significantly lower on the weekends, and also that I tend to write things I come to regret later. Whatever the reasons may be, I simply do not care. I am stuck here at my desk at work every Saturday, so I have no choice to subject you all to the drivel that I come up with, lest I resort to alternative methods of ending my boredom, like jabbing a mechanical pencil in my ear or making karaoke video tapes of me singing along to The Best Of STYX .
All of that aside, it turns out that I do have a point to this post today. I came across a picture of myself that I had all but forgotten about, and I want to share it with my fellow weekend bloggers. And for those reading this on Monday, well... I hope this gives you a good laugh, too.
This was taken a few years ago. I was experiencing the joy that only a cellphone with a camera can offer (yes, I know. I'm a geek). As an added bonus, you also get a rare glimpse into my college dorm room.
Happy Weekend, everyone.
*No, I'm not trying to be John McCain. You'll notice I only said "my friends" once, not after every sentence.
P.S. I also can't seem to shut up about this contest, either.