You need a new blog to follow.
You have way too much free time on your hands. And you could be spending that time wisely by wasting it over on my blog. I know, I know… You have a job. And kids to take care of. You have important chores to do, errands to run. You have been thinking about getting some exercise.
Well trust me, all that stuff can wait. The world isn’t going to end if you spend a few minutes… or hours… looking at some funny pictures and reading some funny words. Or listening to my original songs. Or ordering my hilarious science fiction novel… for only $2.99 on most e-readers…
And even if the world does end, wont you feel better if you spent the last few minutes… or hours… laughing instead of doing laundry.
Pouring My Art Out 
Mindless begging yet again!
Never mindless!!!
You are funny!
You’re just saying that because it’s true… but thanks.
You’re right, how tedious of me, telling you something you know. Especially when you could be having a beer with your alien pal…
Which alien pal? I have so many of them. And just so you know, do not drink beer with just any Xxo. They don’t handle it well. And some of them are a little high-strung. Drink with a Bat, or a Muccassim… also known as Slugs. They know how to have a good time. The Qualm do not drink. And I have never had a beer with a Wasp Whip, but that would be wrong anyway, because all the ones in the story so far are minors.
Your site alleges that your buddy gave the Wasp Whip a beer, but how do I know it wasn’t you? You can’t argue with the picture… 🙂
There must be some confusion… at no point in the story was a Wasp Whip given a beer… they were pirates… okay, while on Earth, they were given some illegal alien substances and possibly alcohol, but this was done by the minions of of an evil intergalactic corporation… which was actually a front for an operation to weaken this reality… if it really is this reality, by the agents of an overlord from another dimension with plans to invade this dimension… unless it is really a dimension similar to this one but quite this one, as some believe… and therefore you can’t really hold me or any of my friends responsible for that, now can you. Also, that takes place in book two… and some in book four… so it hasn’t even been published yet. See, this is how viscous rumors get started.
Thanks for clarifying all that for me. My goodness, you really are in tune with the cosmos.
Hey, those aliens are alive… inside my head… and in the pages of the book. I don’t just throw characters in there without getting to know them, making sure they are interesting. That would be irresponsible.
What a guy. Well, if there’s a man for the job, you are obviously him.
Somebody has to do it.
HAHAHAhaha! You ARE a shameless tart. I’ve said so, but never with such flare!
I can’t afford shame.
It’s a luxury. I understand.
I am shy in real life if that counts for anything.
Is that why you are peering from me behind sunglasses?
Yes… and the fact that when I tried to put a picture in the top bar thingy, it had to be rectangular to fit… and, despite rumors to the contrary, my head is not actually rectangular. So I moved the little blue box around on the picture to crop it, and that just made the best picture. I guess I could have done just my lips, but if you think the sunglasses are weird…
You could photo shop antennae and legs on your mustache and it would be a nice little brown caterpillar. I wouldn’t underestimate your photo shop talent. You know those are my favorites.
Or I could just paste a real caterpillar on my upper lip.
I’m calling PETA.
I meant in Photoshop… simmer down… why would I want a bug stuck to my face? Oh right… it’s me we are talking about. I can see how you might have thought that. Sigh.
Ooooh. Yeah. Photoshop. Gotcha. Whew!
But now that you put the idea in my head…
You’re going to have to photoshop out the caterpillar poop on your lip . . . I wouldn’t suggest it.
Wouldn’t be the first time… uh… I mean… um…
mmmm–hmmmmmm . . . .
sigh
Possibly not reading you?
I don’t care if they read, as long as they visit or follow.
You shameless tart!
Smile when you say that… ummmm… tarts….
I’m going to spend the end of the world facing the destruction.
And laughing at everyone who gets gobbled up before me.
That is as good a plan as any other, I suppose.
you might be shocked if you knew how much time i spend blogging a day
Not me.
take a guess
8 hours… total time, I mean, not just how long from beginning to end..
more
You mean you actually type or read for more than that many hours in a day? You must do them really slowly… ha.
yes and pft
Ha…???
You killin’ me…you just keep killin’ me…
Personally, I like to dance to those song videos. If the world ends, I’d rather go out dancing, wouldn’t you?
I do hate laundry…..