Tuesday, April 27, 2004
(10:09 AM) | Anonymous:
The Honor Is Mine
Adam Kotsko has invited me to write for his blog. I’m answering the call without trepidation and with just one stipulation: I expect the pay here will be better than at The Pickle. Mr. Robinson is taking advantage of the fact that I didn’t start writing for The Pickle until after I was fired. Can I get some legal advice here?The Pickle aside, Mr. Kotsko, this is your weblog—and a fair mite classier than certain other blogs which will not again be mentioned here. I am honored that you have asked me to participate in your most edifying project. The edifice of flapdoodle which I shall fabricate on your weblog, no incisive ray of keen insight will be able to penetrate.
Regarding my delinquency in responding to your invitation, I pray your clemency. I’ve been employed in dreams of my bicycle dealer, on whom I have a wonderful crush. This is infatuation of the best kind: reciprocated admiration of someone who is completely unavailable (i.e., is a parent in a happy traditional marriage). I’m biking up after work to talk to him about my bike cleats (which I’m wearing around work all day today, since I forgot to bring my dress shoes).
