Sunday Final

I did it again.
Okay not again, again.
I mean I didn't get yet another frame, though I was thinking about it.
Looked like a great deal on that Faggin I was talking about earlier but I resisted, for now anyways, and did something else.
I mean I just had to!
It's like if I don't, something inside me is going to explode or something.



Okay, that's my stock head exploding picture cause I was too lazy to make a something inside me exploding picture.
Not really sure how that would look anyways.
Something like from the movie Alien maybe.
Gotta love Sigourney Weaver.
She's still here patrolling the galaxy, fighting the Cactus Invasion.



So, because of my impulsiveness, something wonderful is going to happen in week or two.
Sort of like Jupiter imploding and becoming a second sun; something wonderful.
So anyways, what I'd really like to talk to you about is this Bloggerland thing and how I can comment on some of your blogs, but I can't comment on some of your blogs.
You know who you are.
Or maybe you don't.
I really like posting up some comments on other folks' blogs for I feel like at least I'm letting that folk know I'm reading what they are putting out there.
I mean even if it's some inane remark or doodad, it's makes me feel like I'm in some sort of community.
Now, with my restricted privileges, why they are restricted I have no clue, I feel at times like I'm on the outside looking in.
Understand, if I'm a follower of your blog, I read it.
I also like to let you know that I read it, but now I can't.
I have a whole bunch of comments building up inside of me, it feels like something is going to explode!



Okay, that's my stock exploding leg picture, usually reserved for when I talk about climbing hills and stuff, not my something inside exploding.
Still, hopefully you get my drift.
I'm working on doing something that will let me grace your comment sections, at least until I get stuff figured out on my side.
Maybe I'll get some Yahoo email and open up another blogger account.
Or something.
So anyways, I just wanted to let all of you know that I'm still out there, enjoying all the stuff I'm reading, I just have no way of letting some of you know.
You know who you are.
Or maybe you don't.
Well, I guess I just did, let you know I mean, but really, it's not the same.
If you know what I mean.
Maybe I'll save up all my comments and send out a weekly email or just post up something here.
Seriously, something inside feels like it just wants to well, you know.
So if you hear a little tap on the glass, it's just me with my nose pressed against the window.
Actually, I look sort of spooky when I do that, so I don't do it in real life.
Anymore I mean.