In spite of the universe’s best effort, very little seems to stop Excuses. On a related note, this is the earliest an Edition 18 has come out. With a little luck Tumblr won’t explode this week, the edition gets published on time, and I can go to bed instead of waiting up for the site to un-explode.
If you followed me on Twitter (@excuseshq) you’d know that indeed this edition was prepared on time, but this time it is well-documented and unequivocally so the fault of tumblr. This time I can blame tumblr and feel good about it.
More literary gold for your viewing pleasure. How this thing is still going, I’ll never know.
I was only actually doped up on cold medicine while writing the last part of this one, but I’m rather woozy, so give me a break.
Current status: Sneezy McSneezerson.
Yeah, well. I’m a busy guy. Yes, I wrote it. Yes, it’s late. I’m actually waiting for someone to complain that it was late. I could just blame it on tumblr, but I’m not that kind of guy. Here it is, for your consumption: Edition 14 of the miracle of modern science that is Excuses V.
The time as I queue this is 11:06 PM on Sunday. Since I slung this together at the last minute, I don’t have to worry about Daylight Savings TimeTM borking my post. Procrastination really does pay off sometimes. Some restrictions apply, guarantee void in Tennessee.
After stringing my loyal fans along for lo these many weeks, I finally produced another edition of Excuses. In case you never got the memo, I got a job recently and started on October 5, which has cut into my spare time significantly. For the record, employment pays quite handsomely compared to unemployment, but without unemployment I never would have made it this far. Enjoy some more irreverent (and irrelevant) comedy compiled on a shoestring budget.
So I wasn’t going to do an edition this week. Then it occurred to me I could do one of those things that’s completely different… then I remembered how much I hated doing those. Anyhow, I didn’t have anything better to do, but I did it anyway. This is what passes for an Edition 11 these days, Comrades.
No, we’re not doing Russian again, it just felt right. Have a freshly minted edition; hacked together at the last minute and at great expense.