I'm an uninteresting son of a gun.

Don'tcha think?

So I haven't updated like I said I was going to. Sue me... It's not that I can't think of any goofy story to tell, because I have oodles and oodles of them. A plethora, if you will, of stories. But for some odd reason, the couple of hours a day I spend sitting at the computer, writing wacky stories for the six people that actually view my blog, (is there even six???) just doesn't appeal to me very much.

Sure, not every blog can be a super popular blog where I get thirty to fourty-five posts per entry, and everyone loves me and all the ladies want to have my children. Would be nice though, I think. As I type this, it's gotten the ol' wood burning inside my brain, and I think I've come up with a way to get some much needed attention for my little slice of paradise...

Now wrap your minds around this... You know those people who stand outside of Wal-Mart and like, drug stores and crap ringing a bell, trying to collect money for the Red Cross... Or is it the Salvation Army??? Whatever, you know who I'm talking about. ANYWAY, my plan is to get one of those signs that people wear outside of stores as they walk around handing out flyers and coupons to whatever business hired them. And what I'll do is stake out the places where the bell ringers are, and with my trusty sign, coupled with their vigorous ringing of the bell, I will hand out flyers with my blog's address printed on them!

That should drum up SOME traffic... Don't you think?

Photos coming when I get my camera fixed, and enough money for a few hundred flyers...