I'm kidding about Toni Braxton. I mean, I'm not going to lie to you and say the woman doesn't have a fabulous singing voice, but I don't really remember the first time I heard her sing. I was probably too busy pressing a number on a wall that correlated to the floor I was intending to visit, or maybe I was choosing a nice head of lettuce.
Actually, the only reason why I brought Ms. Braxton up in the first place was because I'm shamelessly pandering to my reader. Notice the non-pluralization of that word, reader. I'm not counting me as a reader, since I'm the writer and I'm having a hard enough time with that job. So there's only one person who will read this, I imagine.
His name happens to be Joel, and among other things, he is my blog advisor. As such, he has advised me to not make my blog posts very interesting, or else my fans will want more and more. And I won't be able to deliver. I respect his opinion. Not that he is an expert blogger or anything, but he is really good at video games and shucking corn, and those things should count for something.
Seeing as I've not really said much of anything in this post, I'll stop writing. That way, there's a chance that this post was just a tad interesting, enough that you'll subscribe to my blog, but perhaps boring enough that you won't be upset with me when I don't post again for 26 months.
Until April of 2011...
