Family Amusement

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 9.648% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

So I got a text from my Dad the other day: Are you ok? I get nervous when you don’t blog.
I’m amused, because my Dad has correctly divined that when I’m not blogging, it’s probably because I am very very depressed.  Or, perhaps, my whole damn blogging platform collapsed underneath me.  But it’s true; if I ain’t bloggin’, I’m probably curled up in a ball somewhere and whimpering, licking the edge of a rusty knife.
The irony is that if my Dad Twittered or used Google+, he’d see that I was alive and well.  If I can’t get LJ, I’ll methadone it.  (As witness my review of Cowboys And Aliens – which I said was “the most creative re-envisioning of Return of the Jedi, ever” – which I posted on Google+ because fuck, LJ get your shit together.  I gotta gush somewhere, man.)

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