Monday, May 11, 2015
Dear Readers of Writing About Writing,
Chris was last seen heading into the basement of Writing About Writing to confront his evil clone (who likes NaNoWriMo) about the recent rash of Evil Mystery Blogger posts.
As he descended into the dank depths holding a beacon lantern and keeping his hand at the level of his eyes, he even uttered the timeless cliché: "If I'm not back in an hour, come after me."
That was six hours and twenty-five minutes ago. Unfortunately none of the staff cares enough to go looking for him. I told them, and they all stared at me blankly and said, "Yeah? So?"
Leela specifically said, "Aaaaaaaaaaaand if he paid me in something other than half off delivery coupons for Grub Hub, I might give a shit."
So I finished my filing and paperwork, and I'm going to go rescue his ass as soon as I'm done with collating this data and making these spreadsheets. Hopefully he'll be back where he belongs by tomorrow.
But if not, I have Protocol 10. Which involves both the final post, and the scrubbing of the database before the IRS agents kick in the door.