I just spent 25 minutes on Google trying to figure out which film critic threatened to quit if the producers of Police Academy made another sequel. They did. He didn’t.
It’s important that you know this is how I decided to make my splash here. Earlier today (or yesterday, for those reading from Nova Scotia), the esteemed Athol Kay threatened “to hang up my hat” if I ever joined one of these “shiny group blogs.”
As Ricky Bobby said, “Did that blow your mind because THAT JUST HAPPENED!”
I have a hunch our beloved Kiwi will weasel out by saying he only was going to hang up his hat, not his mangy toupee-wearing sock. Says Happy Harry H. in Pump Up the Volume, “So be it.”
Aside from the fact that I’m here because Benn felt sorry for me after I was left out of the cool kids’ club in the first round, bringing back fond memories of the 17 minutes I spent waiting to be picked for kickball, the bigger question I’m trying to answer is what am I going to bring to the table?
I already talk national on my blog as well as local, proving (at least to myself) that you can do so successfully. Though I can’t figure out why my Technorati ranking’s falling as my Feedburner subscriptions keep rising. So I don’t need an outlet.
Unless, of course, I make this the outlet where I kick it like Facemob and shout “F*** the (Trademark) Police” … know what I saying?
Maybe in time some of the more acerbic screeds will make their way over here. Just as maybe in time B.R. will find out I’m here mostly because I’m falling for Lani. I mean, who can’t love a gal who signs her e-mails, “OU Sucks.” Especially after they kicked some Bevo tuchas just this past weekend.
Ah, well … maybe it’s time for this champ to stop talking, sit out a few plays.
Until next time, I’m Jonathan Dalton. You stay classy, agentgenius readers.