Time to Raise the Dead

I don't get out much... online that is. I get out plenty in the real world- because brains don't come to you, you need to go to them!

I digress.

Occasionally I like to fire up up the old magic box and take a stroll down the information walkway. I'll peek in here, read a little there, but very rarely do I make an appearance anywhere else online. I kind of have a mystique to keep up, you know? If kids thought that old Santa was a guy you see everyday there sure would be a few less offerings of milk n' cookies laid down at the hearths of hopeful homes holding out for holiday happiness.

I don't generally care for the cookies, but the milk often attracts a delicious cat or two for the taking. Cat's brains, while not filling, can be delightfully appetizing when you are in a hurry.

But where am I going with this diatribe? One of the sites that I used to visit has contracted a terminal case of apathy. No posts, and comments that are languishing in moderation. For shame! What we need is a good old fashioned raising of the dead. A voodoo hootenanny, where we roll the old bones out and make 'em dance with supernatural fervor.

I can't do it alone. I beg you to visit this site. Leave a comment imploring the author to post again. To wake from his slumber. Do it for me. Do it for the children. Do it for the creeping undead flesh of blogs that fall by the wayside every day!

RAISE ME FROM THE DEAD!

EDIT: It worked! He lives!

Nothing- it's what I got...

I got nothing. Not that this site has a lot of content anyway, but- well you can see for yourself. So instead I'll put up a nice picture that's sure to ignite the ire of any supposed follower of this guy and maybe they'll bring light to my comment section in the form of fire and brimstone.

Contrary to popoular belief, not all of the undead dislike fire. As much as I consider cerebral sushi a fine delicacy, I'm not a fanatic. A little charred backfat can do the body good (my body that is, not the charred one) and so I say, "Raise a glass friends and toast. He was a good man- dare I say, a delicious man!"