Hey, It's not the All Star Break, but it's Still a Break


Since the inception of this blog, and the three or four different versions of it that have existed, I have only taken short breaks to attend The Masters. This year, I'm probably going to attend The Masters, but, before that, I'm going to take an extended break. From now until the end of the month or so, I'm not going to blog. I'm going to concentrate, and think, and come up with brilliant ideas. I'm going to put the full weight of my considerable talents to thinking, which I haven't done in years. Oh, that's not as bad as it sounds. For long stretches of my life, I have subsisted on snap decisions and bald-faced rage, without any thinking being done at all. Thinking is overrated. Doing is underrated.


Now would be a good time to point out that my blogs are like beacons of hope in a world possessed by mediocrity and fear. I have a few things that I like to call The Best of the Blog. If you have stomach that, you can run with billy goats and feast on anything, sir. You can trip through Celebrity Disaster and then find yourself on a sports tangent with Talking Smack About Sports. I am a Gentleman Bounty Hunter, you know, and I do like my Safe For Work Hotties.


When I come back, I hope I'm not rusty and boring. If so, I'll probably demand more of myself. I may search for scapegoats and look for a dingbat to take the fall, but I won't tolerate boring. Not here or anywhere else.