Turns Out I'm Not The Best Blogger In The World...

Well, I'm not exactly a regular poster so far, am I? Three posts on the first day and then nothing at all for a week or so. And that's even with people commenting on my posts - I actually feel guilty that people are reading this rubbish and I'm not even doing them the courtesy of adding new stuff as often as I should. Maybe I just need some time to get into the habit. That and a more interesting life so that I actually have something to say.

In my defense, though, I have actually been quite busy for the past wee bit. Well, maybe "busy" is too strong a word. "Occupied" might be better. I don't mean to harp on about the dearly departed Bob (or "Beelzibob", as he was often known in life) - but an otherwise pretty grim time has been softened somewhat by good friends showing up unexpectedly, having heard what happened. All of my best mates knew how much that little guy meant to me, and I really appreciated having them round in my otherwise lifeless flat. All the more so because Bob had actually peed on more than one of them in his time. And I'm fairly sure the rest were on his "To Do" list.

Still, I'm swiftly coming to the realization that this blog really isn't going to be very entertaining. If I could work out how to do it, I'd put a link to ksra's blog to your right. Then at least you could track her progress on her "American Idol" adventure. Although she's already my Idol for just going for it in the first place.

Me? I'm kind of resigned to the fact that, in order to be halfways interesting, I'm going to have to start making stuff up. "Scots and Idle" is never going to get any pulses racing. But did I mention that I was abducted by aliens over the weekend? I'm still walking funny...