Just call it The Midtown Miscreant Condensed Version......

You know how people are always writing those farewell posts. They babble on and on about how they have gone as far as they can, the thrill is gone, it's no longer fun, and then pledge to never again darken the door of blogdom. Hell I've even posted one of those myself. Well this isn't one of those. However, I am going to take a one to two month semi hiatus, could be less, could be a lil more. Life has a tendency to get in the way of shit at times, and this is one of those times. Believe it or not, this stuff actually takes time, at least for me. Trust me, it's very taxing trying to write angry diatribes day in and day out, with an occasional puppy saves drowning kitten story just to even things out. I suppose I could just regurgitate the news, fire off a couple of snarky titles and call it a day. But you can get that shit anywhere. For some reason I feel obligated to give you nameless faceless ingrates an explanation for my absence, probably borne on a sense of guilt and gratitude that you steal time from your employer to read me every day. Call me sentimental, just don't say it to my face. Long and ambiguous story made short, personal, family, and duty, type stuff require my time and undivided attention, so you rubes must suffer a temporary lack of edification and enlightenment. All sarcasm aside, I appreciate the loyal readership, and I'll be back up and running 5 times a week asap. Since I can't go completely silent, because the lack of attention might be more fatal than a watermelon size brain tumor, I'm not going totally off the grid. I'll continue to post a Fast Eddie Friday installment, on, um, Fridays. Use this brief absence as a chance to catch up on your work and give your boss an actual 8 hours.

***** The picture has absolutely nothing to do with this post. It just pleases me to see a fat person mowing grass while riding a Rascal. ******