With the exception of MOB, who has every right to tag me - in the plutonic sense amidst the daily virtual embraces and back-pats of the blogosphere, and whom I have already forgiven in my heart of hearts although not in writing (until now) - I would like to give all other blogaholics inclined to include me in any form of future intercontinental tagging event one of two options prior to inlcuding me in any form of future intercontinental tagging events: (A) Send me a detailed account of your suicide by way of visual documentation where you've included an original thought so that I'll have something to remember you by (remember: No quotations!) or (B) Send me a list of seven reasons why seven is a number with unusually high levels of irritation in seven separate envelopes (that's seven in total, not forty-nine) sealed by red wax using seven sets of high-heeled shoes worn by seven former nude models from the Czech Republic (remember: Not from the Democratic Republic of Congo!).
The root of my concern can be found at a fellow scribe's blog HERE. But I'll cut to the chase, he writes without paraphrasing the stem of problematic text: Unless you're spreading the highest quality porn where quality = jism flying across state borders onto eager end-of-the-teenage-spectrum faces and you are inclined to believe that I would otherwise miss out on such essential global entertainment, do me the favour of tagging yourself on the head a few times with any form of blunt instrument that happens to be lying around the room at the time of your freakishly bewildering brain fade. If that fails after the first dozen blows, any sharp object should do the trick. My personal recommendation is a sharpened pencil because the resulting skin discolouration after a few days of inactivity usually promotes a form of rare artistic endeavour which, as anyone who has ever discovered someone who has suicided will tell you, is a subtle way of implying that you were willing, if not able, to leave this mortail toil with an original thought.*
PS 'ave a good weekend, ai.
* Void in select parts of Botswana.