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I tried to outsmart myself, and failed. I’m not sure if that means I’m really, really smart or really, really stupid. Please be gentle with your responses.

You see, I’ve had this project on the go for some time. I own the domain name, I’ve paid for the hosting, I’ve created some of the graphics and I’ve made secret, details-never-to-be-divulged deals with LindaC so that she’d create the rest of the graphics, such as the spanky new header banner you’ve seen up here this past week.

But as you also have seen, I’ve had some things going on in the fraccy family that have been keeping me from keeping up.

Which is where the trying to outsmart myself comes in.

I’d thought if I put a counter up here, that I’d have no choice but to make sure the project gets up here once the counter ran out. And then, when I failed to even manage to keep up with the counter, I posted to you all about how I would deliver the afore-mentioned surprise in 4 days.

Pfffffffffffffffft.

Yes, you did hear that. One very large and defiant fart. A brain fart to be precise, released at that very moment I realized I am not smart enough to outsmart my own self.

Oh sure, I could do this…

• Ummm… the dog ate it.
• I’ve wasted my online time watching that damn video about Cherry Chapstick over at John’s blog.
• Right when I had everything ready to go live, there was a giant explosion and my computer was sucked into this burning vortex…
• It’s 70steen’s fault. Her fanzines have me obsessively searching the internet for more information about Daddy Papersurfer.
• I have a nasty computer virus and my computer is leaking unpleasant looking fluids all over the place.
• I’m actually just a tease.
• I’ve been on the run from the law and can’t stop long enough in any one place to finish the project because they’ll find me.
• No, actually, it’s Daddy Papersurfer’s fault because wearing only one shoe has caused some serious injuries to my non-shoed foot and I can’t work for all the pain.
• I can’t stop visiting Fuelmyblog to ooh and ahh over their new blog layout. It’s kept me from getting anything done.
• My Friday Food Porn feature has had a slightly unwelcome affect on me. I’ve become addicted to porn and can’t seem to do anything other than look for naughty photos of peppers and tomatoes.

…but I have a feeling you won’t buy it any more than a seventh grade teacher would believe ‘Little Johnny’ when he tells them a big gust of wind ripped his assignment from his hands and the next thing he knew it was down the storm drain.

So I’m going to settle on not being smart enough to outsmart myself.  I may have failed at delivering my surprise in the four days I promised four days ago, but I do promise you I will deliver it in a timelier fashion than the folks below:

• Lost Letter Arrives 54 Years Late
• Soldier’s letter arrives 56 years late
• Baby Letter Arrives 50 Years Late
• Graduation Day Arrives 62 Years Later
• Message Arrives 21 Years Later

This… I think I can manage… along with my sincere apologies. Next time when I want to outsmart myself, I’ll ask for help from some of these folks.

I’m sure that should work? 

And because I hate disappointing anyone, even if it’s only one of you… tomorrow I’ll be serving up both a morning as well as an evening serving of Porn, with a kick in the fraccy pants to myself for being caught with my own pants down on this one.

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