The pressure I’m feeling from all of you is just enormous. Kill the doll. Keep the doll. Dress the doll up like Shirley Maclaine and play light as a feather. Show me your kids. Don’t show me your kids. Show me your kids but never say the word vomit. Don’t talk about anything that comes out of the body, even if that is sold gold coins or Diet Mtn. Dew that falls from your eyes like tears.
And though I now have the sweats (telling you this is violating one of those rules up there) from it all, I did receive a bit of threatening advice that I intend to adhere to. I received the following email from The Informinator:
If you EVER add music to your blog and make it play automatically every time you click on something, the Informinator will leave the building.
I went to THREE different blogs today that did that.
Decision made. New categories coming. No music. I’m sorry. I am forced to make a choice. Without the Informinator, I am nothing.