I have an apology to make.

I know it's back now, but I think I broke the comments section on blogspot a few days ago. It was right after I posted my car stalker thing (thang?) and then followed it up with the Al B. Sure thing. After that it seems all hell broke loose, and I can understand why. I mean, the National Archives was on the phone within 20 minutes, and they were all like, "dude, we just read that shit and this is why the internet was created." Then they wanted to make sure that it could be preserved forever so that future generations and possibly alien civilizations will someday be able to look at it and go, "damn, man, it's too bad they don't have shit like that on the internet anymore." Except they won't call it the internet, since it'll be some super-high-tech advanced thing that's beamed directly into your mind or like those video headset things the people wore in Strange Days or something. Only it would just be me typing at my computer and not people having sex and killing each other and stuff and it just won't be the same. That's why blogs will be obsolete some day. I have seen the future, people, and it is blogless. Feel free to weep openly.

Anyway, I'm figuring that was the reason for the whole "this blog is not found" screen when you tried to leave a comment or view a comment anywhere the past few days. They were trying to handle the traffic to people reading the Al B. Sure stuff and just didn't have any room to deal with no namby-pamby comments. So sorry about all that. I'll try not to rock so much in the future, since I've gotta leave some rock for the rest of you people.

By the way, I told the National Archives to fuck off. 20th Century Fox offered me a 3-picture movie deal for the rights, and they also offered to let me figure out what their new name is gonna be since their current name is like, SO last century and they totally need to get with the times. I told them I'd get right on that and I'd also give them a name for the decade between 2000-2009 free of charge so that VH1 can use it when Hal Sparks and Michael Ian Black beg them for airtime again and they need an "I Love the ___'s" show for this decade. It's gotta be catchy and it really needs to end with a "tees" sound. I'm still working on it. I'll let you know how it goes. I did read somewhere that there's somebody wanting to call it the "aughts" and I decided to put a hit out on this dumb fucker since anyone who thinks that this decade should be named that deserves to die.

Tomorrow's recipe: chicken!