But there are certain annual posts I just always do, like whining about how much I hate the State of the Union Address. Also, until this year, my birthday.
What can I say I just blew it. It fell on Thanksgiving this year and Mrs. Noz and I were hosting the big family meal so I was pretty busy that day. But I still could have tossed something up. How hard is it?
Worse it took until this weekend for me to even realize I missed it, already more than a week late. And when I realize it, I was literally and figuratively unplugged. Playing complicated board games is when extraneous thoughts tend to pop into my head. So I figured it out a few days ago and today is the first day I could really do anything about it.
Should I do anything about it? Does anyone care about these traditions but me?
The answer, of course, is who gives a fuck? I do this blog for me, not you! There's only a handful of you anyway. I've never tried to build any audience here, even back in the day when there was such a thing for Web 2.0 blogs. This place is more about self-expression, and just getting stuff off my chest so I can focus more on bigger issues (like how do you play Civolution?)
Anyway, through the magic of editing the publication date, I have, on this day, 11 days into my 56th year, created the illusion that I wrote a 55th birthday post on time. Consider this to be our little secret.
Normal blogging will resume shortly, except what counts as "normal" here has no real schedule. Just remember to keep checking so my traffic numbers get inflated.
