I need to be honest with you.
I don't know how well the Weekly Pan segment is going to work out. How the hell am I supposed to get hats on this frickin cat week after week?
He has anxiety issues. Lucy is all scratched to shit. It's a nightmare.
We tried glasses too. Forget about it.
Pan's all "WTF? I see perfectly!"
I said "Pan! It's for my blog you selfish freeloading bag of bones! Would it totally kill you to do something other than eat, poop, and cost me hundreds at the vet?!?"
I hate cats.
We will buy more band-aids and carry on. However, I'm thinking about the possibilities of a Weekly Pan Caption Contest. I'll take a picture of Pan doing some goofy Pan cat shit, and you give the picture a wacky slogan. Does some blogger already do that? I'm sure that if there's already a caption contest out there, Sweetney will call me out on Twitter for biting someone else's styles.
And I don't know what I'll do for prizes. The sky is yet to rain down Wiis. Maybe I'll just pick up some of this shit my kids leave laying around and call it a prize. That's what's cool about The Wind In Your Vagina. I'm just riding the wave of spontaneity.
Abrupt subject change. You know what I had a lot of fun doing? I liked answering your questions. It made me feel cool. Do you have a question? You can ask me personal questions or throw some insoluble koans at me. Whatever. Anything goes. I'm like a Magic 8-Ball. Ask me.
Ask in the comments or shoot your questions to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Enjoy your Saturday. Mow the grass. Wash your car. Sit in a hammock with a beer. Do Saturday stuff. ~BHJ