Good morning, fellow wage slaves.  Before we address any issues of the day, if indeed there are any, and we sincerely hope there are not, I’d like to thank you for something.

I don’t know if you know this, but around here it’s the bloggers who are responsible for the publication of our comments. So I read every one. Sometimes they hurt. One guy recently told me that a little bit of me goes a long way. Ouch. Believe me, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that, and not always in a professional setting. In fact, quite a few of my relationships over the years have ended that way.

But enough about me. Let’s talk about you. It’s clear to me from the comments that await “moderation” when I wake up some days that quite a few of you have been going back into the archive and reading earlier postings. Like today I woke up and some fellow was berating me for making fun of the Toyota Prius. He was angry because he had read an item I posted a while ago, when gas prices hit an all-time high. Of course, like most of you who yell at me about something, he’s probably right. The Prius is a great car, a responsible car, and we all should have hybrids eventually, no question. But not to make fun of Prius owners is like missing the chance to poke fun at fans of granola or half-caf latte with soy milk. 

But I digress. I’ve also read comments both good and bad recently about stuff I wrote a while ago on Paris Hilton (you all thought I had my head up my butt) and our dog Julie, who got sick back in May I think it was (many of you have dogs you love more than life itself), among others.

I assure you everything you say, depending on its content, aggravates, intrigues and even when it needles me, makes me happy that you’re out there and bored enough with what you’re supposed to be doing to spend some time here instead.

Now let’s get out there and waste a couple of hours answering e-mail!