The Generalissimo has a blog...
Yeah, I’m scared, too.
For those of you that have read one of my books, the Generalissimo will need no introduction. For those of you who have yet to make his acquaintance, allow me to briefly clue you in.
He’s nuts. Not “isn’t it cute how that nice man is talking to himself over by the bushes” nuts, but more along the lines of “oh sweet Jesus I think that man over by the bushes just ate a squirrel and can’t quit talking about the flavor pockets” insane.
In an effort to get him some alone time outside of my head, I thought it might be nice to give him a forum in which to scream without people having to listen; a blog seemed like the natural choice. Unfortunately for yours truly, he didn’t want to write about politics or economic strife or the latest soccer scores from Italy, but his three favorite things (besides the Generalissima): cars, cheese Danishes, and boxed wine.
This all sounded like a good idea, until it dawned on me that the Generalissimo doesn’t know how to work a computer, and that he believes the Internet is some sort of fishing implement. This means that I have to translate his gibberish and make it all nice and pretty. Instead of getting him out of my head and out into cyberspace, he’s now sleeping on our couch and wandering the apartment in his bright yellow banana hammock, eating Cheetos off the floor. Why he won’t eat them out of the bag is anyone’s guess...
So, if you’re bored and want to waste some of your time, please go to either:
or
Or don’t.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009