You're right Katy, you're right, it IS bull crap
that there hasn't been a post on here for over a month. A MONTH!! And let's face it, it wasn't as if the previous post really deserved the limelight it got...being the mast head of the good ship Muck for a good whole MONTH!! Stop the Press 2.0 was not meant to be End the Muck 2.0.
Let me assure you of one thing though Katy. This is not the end of the blog. You know how I know? Because Jeff hasn't emailed Matt and I to tell us he's quitting. Because when I went through the blog to compile that Wu Tang video I realised there was too much of us in the posts and comments of this blog for it to ever end. Because if, IF this blog were to end, it would not just fade out with some lame post about the millionth word to enter the english language or whatever bullshit I wrote. It would implode in on itself, all muckers blazing with and against the other, laughing and crying as we posted out last youtube link.
But why's it been so long?
To be perfectly frank it's not like we've been short of material. When Michael Jackson died I had a post already in my head. I couldn't do it though. It was too big. I was reduced to my 10 year old self at the primary school disco when the bass line of Billy Jean filled the room and I froze as the pressure of wanting to look like this
but knowing the shapes I threw would probabaly make people look to see if I had a medical bracelet pressed down upon my denim jacket clad shoulders.
The Muck has been my Billy Jean recently. Thudding away at me, imploring me to dance on the floor in the round, but with each passing day I look at the Muck and see that stupid 2.0 post my feet become heavier, and it becomes that much harder to get on down. Then Rasheed went to the Celtics. I KNEW I should be posting links to his last minute full court 3 point buzzer beater, of him hurling his head band into the crowd, of him lifting the Larry in 2004. But again I froze.
Well, I guess that was all a long, roundabout way of moving the pickle down the page. Let's hope this one doesn't hang around too long.
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