Twittering.

An anecdote I’ve been meaning to share.

Some time ago, we visited a Blockbuster video rental store nearby and signed up for this dandy deal where I could just take video games out for as long as I pleased, and I had to just bring it back when I wanted another one. It was wonderful. I’d play games that I wouldn’t have otherwise had a chance to play, and then take it back and do it all over again. Games were played, thumbs were cramped, very little writing was done.
One night, a brilliant idea hits me as I walk out with game under my arm.

I says to myself, I says, “Self. What a brilliant idea. What if they did something like this, but with books! You could take books out, read them, and take them back and get more books! This is brilliant! I am wise!”

Of course, my tired and addled brain looked up from its stupor, a bit sozzled and worse for the wear, and pointed out unkindly to me that there was such a thing, which was called a library, and could I be a twit somewhere else?

…So there. That’s just in case you ever find yourself thinking, “Ye Gads, that Pete, he is the stuff of legends, his brain is so big.”

…

The reason I have been less than chatty here of late can be read about here. This will keep me pretty occupied as September 1st approached, after which, I’m sure I’ll be chattering away plenty. I still plan to post, mind you, but it will be sporadic. You know, as opposed to how useful and regular I normally am.

Oh, what the heck. Sometime tonight, or tomorrow afternoon, I will dig up a short story and post it here, exclusively, for your reading enjoyment. I’ve got one in mind, and it’s not terribly long, because I can’t imagine a long story would be terribly comfortable to read on this blog. Consider this my version of flowers and an “I’m sorry.” For being a bit absent. Yes?

Like that nice Churchill boy said, I shall return.