This post is about me. It is about ineptitude, insolence and laziness. I couldn’t think of another “i” word that meant laziness. I could have looked it up but that would defeat the purpose of laziness.
There’s A Fine Line between Rest and Laziness (Photo credit: SaraiRachel)
For a long time, Ralph has been at the head of this site. For reasons known to the Universe and the laws of B.S., Bob and I have been largely absent. Bob has an excuse, he is Bob. I could come up with excuses too, but they all boil down to laziness. You know the old saying, “Excuses are like assholes, everybody has one.”
I am not going to sit here and write yet another post saying how I should post more, I am going to try and figure out just what should be done to the lazy good for nothings who go and start a site and then don’t do anything with it.
Drawing and quartering seems a bit harsh. flogging? Maybe. Turn the whole damn thing over to Ralph? Nah, that is the sure way to lose all control. So, I will write a Down with post. It is now April and the showers are starting here in Utah.
What does that have to do with writing? Nothing. Just a random thought. What do I need to do about posting? That is the question. The Coots has existed to try and bring a modicum of reality to the web. We seek to enlighten this generation about being yourself, and just letting things go. We even have tried to get you all to join us for Cantankerous Lessons. None of that has worked. I do hope Bob is getting some traction on his podcasts, they are actually quite good, and guaranteed to make you feel at least something.
I am working on yet another iteration of the old Cantankerous Old Coots podcast myself. But, I don’t know that people would be interested in hearing me bitch and moan about the world, even though it works for Bob. What I would like to do is have guests. People who would be interested in joining myself and maybe even Ralph and Bob, to talk about the world and this pussy footing, politically correct, sissified country that we are now inhabiting.
I would really like to hear from the hundreds of people that visit this blog each day hoping that Ralph will pull another nugget of cantankerous wisdom out of his ass and make you all smile. I hope is is not a disappointment when it is Bob or I that graces this page. If you are interested in joining me for an episode of “The Cantankerosity Sessions”, send me an email or comment below.
I plan on recording the episodes over Skype, unless you happen to live in the Greater Salt Lake area, and then we will still do it over Skype. You can be a part of history, or at least lost in the endless sea of podcasts that inhabit iTunes.
Imagine now that I am doing the Jedi wave and saying, “You will come and be part of the podcast. The Coots are your friends, and friends talk about what bugs them.” Bugs them like lazy, no good, non writing buggers. Join me. Be Cantankerous. The first Cantankerosity Session will hit you next week, with or without you.
Jeremiah Brandreth (1790 – 7 November 1817) was an out-of-work stocking maker who lived in Sutton-in-Ashfield, Nottinghamshire who was hanged for treason. He was known as “The Nottingham Captain”. He and two of his conspirators were the last people to be beheaded with an axe in Britain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)