Nightlight News

When blogs go the way of the wayside and get scant attention for month's past, it is likely that readership becomes nill and interest becomes naught. I have often entered into consultation with psychics for the stars and celebrity tarot experts for assistance in penetrating the true nature of communal blogging, to no avail. It would seem that this blog is mired in a muck which smells like garlic underarms and sits on tiger striped tights. And for those that know, this means nothing less or nothing more than you need to realize that this blog seemingly has, and always seemingly will be, nothing more than Charlie's blog, and until some other mutherfucker steps up and eats the whole pizza, including the crust, it will sit latent while I concentrate my energies on other forums and in lands where regular internet access is a Florida Panther and a Snowy Plover. For shame I admonish those responsible and say - where is your logorrhea? Where is your devotion to the lesser but wider arts of blogging? Who is leaving behind Abe Lincoln's beard and diving straight through the toilet seat? If these cryptic metaphors leave you uneasy, try rapid forced bowel movements and a cappuccino enema. Also - I updated the schedule, my first regular task for the Nightlight website in months. It brought back days of recent import. However, now I am the spawn of Daniel Boone and Julia Child, and you will not see me unless you penetrate the National Forest with your flaccid walking stick and lack of wilderness skills. Join me and the raccoon for Thanksgiving this year!