Regular mail, this is why no one likes you.

So today I went to check the mailbox and discovered, instead of the usual array of bills, fliers, late notices, cease and desist orders, overdue notices, we-will-shut-off-your-fucking-water notices, and Sunny D samples (what?  I'm tired of drinking "purple stuff")... I found a note from the postal service saying that my "mail" will no longer be delivered due to the icy condition of my walkway. 

First off, dude.  I walk that like five times a day, most of them drunk.  SIX if I don't fall asleep in the neighbour's yard (we call that a Wednesday).  MAN UP.

Now everything I learned about the postal service comes from the movie The Postman, so I've got a pretty good idea how this is supposed to work.  As I understand it, the only things that are going to survive the apocalypse are cockroaches, Kevin Costner, and the godam mail system!

 On the plus side, they can't turn my water off now.  Jokes on you, government.

I still live!

Let's just skip the part where I apologize for not posting and go straight to the part where you forgive me.

Good?  Good.

So why have I been away so much?  Reader, I thought we were past this... but fine, if you must know, I started a new job!

I am now working for the Association for Progressive Communications, and it is AWESOME!  I'm working on their new project Internet Rights are Human Rights.  Oh yes Reader, I get paid to write.

Helloooo validation!  This is like when your girlfriend tells you you're a "perfect fit".  Wait, no it's not.  IT'S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL!


Soooo basically my job is to promote and protect freedom of expression online, so people like you can read the   clever insights  astute observations   insane ramblings of people like me.

It would be even better if they paid me.

As my long-time readers may recall, I have worked for NGOs before.  Basically NGO stands for Never Get Overtime.  You do lots of work and get paid mostly in pride.

Still, I love what I do.  I wouldn't trade it for the world.  Maybe Boba Fett's armour.