Weird part is your wife called me up and told me you wanted me to take your idea. Crazy miscommunication, Ken. I’ll be sure to throw a link to yours if/when you put it up, though. Seems only fair.

you ask, how?

your post is the best post i’ve read, but you be a ‘b’ b/c driving home tonight from teaching an SAT prep course (thrilling!), I called my wife and asked, ‘hey, do you think I could post all the titles of posts that I have yet to post and then let them exist as their own post?’.

‘yes’ she says and yes, yes (wait…).

anyhow, here I am now, at home, on your blog, and now I am crippled, hobbled, cut-off, de-blogged.

my post, if ever posted, would be a copycat, a CW sitcom compared to the aesthetic, literary, and first-postiness of your entry this evening.

you’re ‘that’ guy.

and I’m…

Liza Lee, oh mercy. I’m afraid I’ve never looked more cross in my life. Sprinted out the door. Some other, better time, I hope.

Saw you at the blood born pathogen training but didn’t introduce myself — too grumpy from having to be there.

“Listen, man, this personal renaissance you’re enjoying is cool, but most of your conclusions are false and without us, your commenters, to set you straight, you’ll stay wrong. So get back to blogging.”

Feel better now? I do personally feel that your posts are worth waiting for, and if voting is required, I’d like to see McNulty on teaching. I assume it doesn’t involve prodigious amounts of drinking.