So I had somebody lined up to fill in for me yesterday (I was watching an exhibition football match involving Italians), but he ran into problems of his own. At any rate I have some catching up to get back to my five post per week average. With the week I’ve been having, that might be rough. Consider this dull self-referential piece my meeting you halfway.
So I’m reworking my style. This means a few changes. Firstly, and most noticeable, fuck all that illustrative fiction fluff shit about having a boat/airship/dirigible/whatever. That was an error. It brought up steampunk imagery and I’m getting fucking sick of steampunk arseholes. I’m still captain of the blog, and a majour source of surliness. That part – the, unfortunately, rather real me – won’t change. Secondly, writing in a humourous and mostly non-sequiturian manner isn’t really something I make a habit of. The problem with a blog is it’s fairly easy to maintain a voice through several updates and then feel compelled to remain in this style. However, fuck that.
Anyroad, this counts. My team lost 2-1 with one goal in the second half, so fuck your opinion if it’s not mine.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
P.S.: Real post tomorrow. Probably short.

