The only thing better than some honest-to-goodness, shameless self-promotion is having someone else do it for you. Some of you may know that I've been very ill for the better part of a month. Others may know I've been virtually unable to leave my home yet lacking oxygen to such a degree that I could do nothing but lie here wondering what the grim reaper's face would look like. I don't think I was ever in really in any grave danger but after 3+ weeks it sure as shit felt like it.
This is all said to illustrate how fucking nice my friend,
THE BAGEL OF (FUCKING)EVERYTHING, truly is. She, as well as many others out there, have been watching over me in both telephonic and physical fashions, not to mention this medium. A confluence of events yesterday climaxed when I arrived home from my first night out in ten days to find that Bagel had written and compiled
a tribute to me.
Well, I was and have been ever since deeply moved by this touching gesture. Many of you know me as a sarcstic man but I assure you there is no sarcasm in me as I type these words. After feeling utterly worthless for so long, I suddenly felt, well, adored. This is about the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me and that is not hyperbole by any stretch of the imagination.
Please patronize
Bagel and her
blog at any and every oppurtunity. You will also find
her husband Matthew to be warm, charming and highly intelligent. Visit him soon and tell him I said so.
Here's to
The Bagel of Everything.
Yours,
Jody Eugene Wilson
Post-script: You can also visit Bagel at
her OTHER blog. Blog cheater.