An Apology: Out of My Element

Oh, the tangled (inter)web I weave!
When first I blogged to deceive.

After a rough 16 hour day a few weeks ago, I violated a personal moral standard I have lived by since childhood--do not blog after midnight. Intoxicated by MSG-laden Chinese food, angered by drunk tourists in my elevator, and emboldened by wireless networks winging their way into my room I blogged in error.

What was riotously funny to me at the time, apparently is unintelligble or uncool to others. Frankly, I was out of my element.

Equity Private raised a number of questions in her post regarding who I am and the nature of our relationship. I aim only to convince her I am a savory character up to some good. I am often gruntled and quite consolate. I am, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually arouses bridled passion.

Though I have not met her, I imagine EP to be a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair is likely kempt, her clothing probably shevelled, and she undoutedbly moves in a gainly way.

I acted with strong givings by implying a deep, committed relationship existed between us. This is in error. Only toward and heard-of behavior will do, so I must admit that this promptu creation is false.

EP, how can I advertently abuse you of the notion that I am sipid?



The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can't go give him a bill, so what are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Walter, this isn't a guy who built the railroads here. This is a guy...
Walter Sobchak: What are you talking about?
The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!
Donny: He peed on the Dude's rug.
Walter Sobchak: Donny you're out of your element!

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