December 20, 2004

A Brief Note To Stephen Green

Wherefore art thou, Martini Boy?

I miss you.

Would you please start writing again. Sometime soon?

Or I'm going to have to delink you. Not to throw a threat out there first thing, but hey, a girl's gotta have her standards.

It's nothing personal, it's just that I try not to give permalinks to bloggers who---ahem---don't bother blogging. If you've got other stuff going on, hey, great. Just let me know, and I'll keep the link up there and will wait for your return. But this, "I'm here. I'm not here. I'm here. I'm not here." stuff is killing me.

Like most people, I have a particular order in which I have my bookmarks set. I do this so my sleep-addled brain can have a chance to absorb the caffeine I feed it whilst I surf, like an automaton. Every morning, I sit down at the computer, read the comics, then Sullivan, then Lileks and then you. You are above Goldstein on my morning surf-fest. You are above Catalano. You are even above the Instadude in the batting order.

To put it bluntly, your absence has been fucking with my surfing chi.

I simply cannot get into Michele's stuff, when I haven't had any Vodka with my cheerios. Goldstein just doesn't seem as funny if you're not around to suck up to him. Why, I can't even really take Instapundit seriously if you're not on the case first. I feel incomplete. A shell of my former self. Unhappy and unloved, etc.

Could we please have an end to this in absentia business?

Posted by Kathy at December 20, 2004 10:47 PM
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