The Bowl is out.

Once of these fine days I’m going to figure out how this whole blog financial Golden Goose dealy works and start making mad loot. I’ll blow off my old friends, get an entourage, become insufferable, get a wicked blow habit, start hating the poor.

Become a Bush Pioneer.

It’s not going to be pretty.

However, right this minute, I have exactly enough income from concatenating a series of jobs to keep the roof on Castle Driftglass thatched, the scotch, well, “scotch” and not Bactine and Sterno, and my cat from eyeballing me with that Cassiusian “lean and hungry look” that I fear.

Also my porn is all “Made in America”: costs a little extra, but I say when it comes to hot, lesbian goodness, go FUBU (in the broadest, American sense) for the bootay or do without.

My life right now is solo, aerodynamic and work-heavy, which may be socially debilitating, but it keeps me a few pfennigs above the need to take up full-time residence in the Driftglassmobile.

And nonetheless, the Bowl is out.

Why?

The inimitable Shakespeare’s Sister – friend to this Blog and a gen-u-wine Force For Good – needs your help. She’s looking for cash, and looking for a gig in the Chicago area.

Go visit her here. Say nice things to her because she deserves them. Give if you can. Send her job leads if you can.

Be a pal, y'know?

And in return?

Well let’s just say that a few of you have pointed out that there are occasional misspellings to be found in this blog.

And in the past I have explained that I’m actually a very good editor of other people’s work, and can work my own material over pretty well if I can let it sit and “cool off” for a few days. To let my eye’s readjust to what I am actually seeing versus what I’m sure I just wrote but didn't, but this somewhat stately pace is one to which neither blogging nor being on the run all day and most of the p.m lends itself.

So here I am, stranded in the twilight between run-and-gun Errata and perfect Erato.

But the truth is, that's all bullshit.

The truth is, every spelling error is completely intentional.

All part of a vast, cool plan to slowly reveal the Sekrit of Life on Earth one letter at a time: see, if you take every spelling error on this blog from the beginning (six months ago almost on the button), and rearrange them according to a complex algorithm of publication dates and times, you get an Epic Poem in perfect iambic heptameter describing in detail the Serkit Cool Stuff of the Universe.

And I was just getting to the encrypted specifics of how anyone can get magnificently laid like President’s Day Sale Carpet, and it sure would be a shame if my spelling suddenly “improved” now, wouldn’t it?

Anyway, regular blogging will resume after this: I’m tinkering with something longish and only have a vague idea if it’ll even pan out, but for the next many hours, that’s what I’ll be doing.

So go visit Sis, and do what you can.

And thanks.