If you notice the calendar graphic in the top right corner of my blog, you’ll see that this month’s entries form a rather neat-and-tidy block of green squares.
It’s my attempt re-capture the essence of the days when I would compose and post a rant every morning before the start of the work day. However, thanks to the god-forsaken powers that be, and their infernal, vindictive firewall of death, I discovered that I have been rather scattershot in my postings in this apres-watchdog climate. There were months where my posting schedule seemed so random as to make me appear slightly psychopathic.
Or do I mean psychotic? Never mind…it’s far too humid to think properly…
This month, I vowed to recapture old glory. This month, I stuck to the principle that my blog’s calendar graphic would be as precise and regimented as a freshly-ironed tie, poking out from underneath a startched, whiter-than-white collar. And, in my mad quest to prove that I truly am the largest obsessive-compuslive in Waterloo Region, I seem to have succeeded.
So…to celebrate the conclusion of the gorgeous month of May, I present this final post: a big red ribbon on top of a finely-crafted exercise in regularity.
Ok, that last line makes it sound as if I’ve just been liberated from a week-long course of Ex-Lax…but as I said, it’s VERY humid…and my brains are, at this very moment, pouring out my ears…
Hark! Is that June that beckons? God, I hope so…
(PLEASE NOTE: there is no direct evidence that the author of the above post was, in any way, conscious during its writing…)
