(whispering) Don’t tell the guest bloggers. I’ve been leaving them alone to wallow in their own crepulence, and I promised I would not spy on them. And I’m not, really. But, see, I get cards, I get letters, I get irritable e-mails saying “what? you’re too good to send us a goddamn picture now?” Well, I have pictures, and lots of ‘em, and thanks to my sweet darling Lloyd, I now have a camera cable with which to download them. Regardez la..
You may be asking, “Is this what you’re doing with your time? Just taking pictures of your room?” Well, of course not. Sometimes I walk into Eureka Springs and take pictures there, too. Of course, those will be shared, too. In time.
I now return you to the aid, comfort and succor of the few, the happy few, the band of guest bloggers. Remember, you never saw a thing. (/whispering)
What a waste. A fancy digital camera, lots of free time, and no pictures of boobies.