Ok, I can't hurry myself anymore. Things get too dumb. I might still reach my intended goal of 45 posts for the month of May, (which I consider to be a t.k.o. for me,) but I will not post the 178 somethings I have accumulated on my harddrive over the last few months. I will not post these somethings on the eve of the 31st, starting at 9:45 pm, in a final blitz to out-do Maggo and the master - though I shouldn't say "I will not", for this is not a promise, but a guess.

My guess is, I won't be able to go through with this devastating strategy, because, in spite of what I've said I care too much about quality.

In the last few weeks, I have posted SPAM, linked to a very unfunny game that enables you to punch a decent, tolerable enough young-adult like Britney Spears. I have pilfered video games from brother I King, mischaracterized friends of mine, and I have defended Herbal Essences' Ad Campaign. I reviewed a film I couldn't sit through, and I reviewed Identity.

Forgive me Father, for soiling the pristine pages of the month of May. Forgive me for believing in Meat Trees. And please help me, Father, to find the light again.

Way to go, d/blog! You out-posted me handily, your quality never wavered, and you're on the verge of tripling your output from the previous month of May!

You'll get no prize from me though, you corpulent sack of shit.