You may have noticed, that the last entry was entered towards the end of last October. You will also note that it mentions my having met a lovely woman.
Why such a long absence, you may ask. Has nothing of significance happened to me in the past eight months? The detectives among you may surmise one of the following:
- Rob (a geek) impresses Margot with his wide ranging grasp of minutiae, at which point she drops him like an old fish.
- Rob and Margot fall into such passionate love, that they seclude themselves into a tantric, computerless existence that precludes frequent updates to the website.
- Neither Rob or Margot exist, and this site is merely a Hollywood teaser website for a movie who's release has been unfortunately delayed.
The reality of the situation is more sinister, though I like the sound of the tantric one.
Initially, Margot's and my love for each other was such that I soon forgot that the container containing aforementioned Brussels Sprouts was festering away in the back of my refrigerator. After about a month, the haze of new love had been peeled away from our eyes and we faced our first major hurdle as a couple. The lovely container fighting to contain the now festering Brussels Sprouts was from Margot's fine stock of Pyrex brand storage containers, and now it was undoubtedly getting stinky. She mentioned to me, as young lovers do, that she would like her container back at some point. I laugh off the request, as young lovers often do, assuring her that I will definitely return her container presently, and hows about a nice big smooch.
November fades into December, and the gleam in her eye is turning hard edged and glassy. An ultimatum is levied, a deadline is set. The Brussels Sprouts container will be scrubbed and returned by New Years, or else, buster. Still playing perfectly the part of the oblivious male, I nod my head and smile, giggling, but with a hint of consternation lifting up the corners of my love-fogged mind. Perhaps she means it? I wonder briefly about the "Or Else, buster" part, then focus on something considerably less important, but more immediate. I haven't the foggiest idea what distracted me at the time, but I'm sure it was of critical importance.
New Years came and went, and the Brussels Sprouts continued to shrivel and discolor. I had unwittingly provided Margot the first pillar of an unassailable position from which she could soundly trounce me in any and all arguments. It goes without saying that I have since provided her with a rich and varied platform of reasons why she should and does win each argument in which we find ourselves.
At this point the machine upon which I host this site needs to be rebuilt and in rebuilding it, I break the connection to Blogger, limiting my ability to post updates to the site. I vow, pledge and affirm that I will not post a single word to the web site until such time as I can truthfully tell the Internet browsing public that I have indeed repaired Margot's Brussels Sprout container to her in working order. Technically, the container has been restored to her sans Brussels Sprouts. The lid had to be discarded as the smell of rotting Brussels Sprouts had pervaded it in such a way as no amount of bleach could cure.
For those of you exclaiming, "Eight Months?!?!", I can only say, the container was returned two months ago, but I have only now figured out why the Blogger posting structure continued to fail (It was attempting to update an archive file that didn't exist) and have commenced posting.
Margot and I are still quite together despite my nastier refrigerator hygiene habits. I have learned my lesson, and Margot suspects I may have learned my lesson. Expect more postings in a more regular pattern.