It’s hard to know how closely the people who read this blog pay attention to what we’re up to. It’s easy to imagine extremes: either everyone notices everything (as we do) or no one notices anything (I haven’t read any of Matt’s posts in six months). I know it’s likely more toward the latter, but hey, we can always hope.
Either way, we figured now was a good time to point out a few changes that we’ve implemented here at DadWagon. First, as Matt mentioned earlier, the relocation of our corporate headquarters to China has come off without a hitch. As soon as Nathan gets out of detention for economic crimes we’ll be firing on all cylinders.
Next, and perhaps most important, we’ve allowed the pace of things here to slow just a bit. Instead of offering about fifteen posts per week, we’ve cut down to five or six. Did you notice? Do you care? Want more, less, or exactly the same? We’d like to know.
The theory here was, first and foremost, we’re lazy and we’d like to do less. But beyond that, we thought perhaps concentrating on publishing less and publishing better might be a good idea. Don’t know if we achieved that this week, but it was the goal. In that light, then, please consider the skill, effort, and sheer talent and will that went into this items:
Matt tried to sniff his own lunch but wasn’t sure if it was his. Art!
Nathan interviewed a punk rocker, a war photographer, revealed himself to be a coward, and then made public his opinions on mass transit. Genius!
Last but not least, I announced that I would be wedding my son this weekend. Creepy!
That’s it, folks. Short, sweet, and we think, absolutely perfect. What about you? Feedback is appreciated here, even if we totally ignore it or merely make fun of it. Let us know what you think.
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Your inclusion of a lolcat photo proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that DadWagon has finally arrived. I mean, c’mon, cats drinking and playing poker? That’s just absurd. Stupid cat. Everyone knows they can’t hold their booze and much prefer baccarat.