Don't Believe the Hype

Hello, loyal readers! I'm sure some of you are wondering what has happened to the promised HYPEs that I had mentioned so long ago. Well, like so many things, I just kinda stopped caring after a while. In this case "after a while" is interchangeable with "after I did the first one."

Is this the end of the HYPE? Probably not. But I kind of figured there wouldn't be a good way to keep this going on any kind of consistent basis.

If I end up planning something badass at a future date, I'll let you all know. Last time I kind of threw the event up in the air and hoped somebody would catch it (spoiler alert: nobody caught it and it twisted its neck 180 degrees on the harsh, unforgiving ground. It is now in a medically-induced coma at Grady hospital). When and if I do another one, I'll try to get some more notice in between the announcement and when the event actually is, instead of running into the blog like a surprise witness in those old courtroom dramas and yelling about when the event will be held.

Now I know you're all drowning your keyboards in delicious, salty tears of pure anguish at the thought of not being able to cavort with moi, the debonair, suave, and all-around great author of this magnificent blog. 

Artist / Unemployed police sketcher's rendition of you after hearing this news. 

Also what the blog author looks like at any time on any given day.

But! Don't go and fling yourself out the window of your house/apartment/prison cell just yet! If you don't live above ground, then don't dig down with your bare hands until the heat and pressure of the Earth's crust turns you into a foul, misshapen piece of carbonized doo-doo. There will definitely be some cool stuff coming up soon. It's going to be summer, and there will be plenty of places to go, movies to see (and possibly mock openly in the theater like the trolls we are), and mayhem to wreak upon the fair city of Atlanta.

You don't have to believe the HYPE, because the HYPE believes in you! Sweet vaudeville-loving Zoroaster, that sounded gay.