Good morning/afternoon/whatever-the-heck-time-it-is, friends, neighbors, stalkers, people I met once but have unfortunately forgotten, wildebeasts, merpire wannabes, monsterphiles, and people who Googled Katie Couric's name but ended up here by mistake. (No, really. That last one happens a LOT. I have no problem when visitors get here using search terms like "when sparkles attack." But I have to admit that I'm kinda weirded out when they visit me to get the latest deets on the Couric.)
I had this brilliant idea last night for a blog entry, and I went to bed safe in the knowledge that I had something witty to say today. Apparently, the aliens got to me again and brain probed that great idea right out of my head. They need to get a bleeping blog so I can read it and admire my idea from afar.
Anyway, I'm sorry. You can pretend that I remember what I was going to say, and it was very funny, and you liked it. While you're at it, I suggest you also pretend that I gave you a pony, and there's a hot merpire of whatever gender you prefer living on your bedroom floor. I will warn you, however, that he/she smells like fish sticks. I suggest you invest in a little Febreeze if you don't have some already.
There's a marketing plan for you, Febreeze! Your slogan could be: "Febreeze makes merhunks smell better," or "Febreeze--For the times when you don't want your hot supernatural date to smell like fish sticks."
Anyway, that's enough of that. Please pretend I said something witty here... (Scans entry about Febreeze, fish sticks, alien blogs, and wildebeasts.) Yeah, you'd better pretend. And then check out my interview with Jen Daiker over at Unedited. I made a lot more sense that day. The aliens hadn't gotten to me yet.