I posed this question in last night's What's Your Fuckin' Problem diary, and I would like to address it to the community at large (large, by the way, is not a stab at recent diaries...just so we're clear).
As I stated in last night's WYFP diary, I love the series. I wish I could participate more and more frequently in the series, because it's not only cathartic, it's one more vent hole for this ol' rhino.
West Coasters, Mid-West slackers, and East Coast, late-night revelers, foller me o'er the jump...
Dear Folks What's In Charge O' Dem WYFP Series O' Diaries On Saturday,
Please, y'all, can a rhino host a West Coast, slacker-style version of these diaries?
I only ask, because, like others (as my literary right to presume entitles me to), I am way too involved in this mess called life to get to my keyboard and subsequent internetz by 4:30 or 5:00 in the evening on Saturday. I have a child of my own and one I inherited, so daytime on Saturday is usually filled with, well, whatever the fuck the kiddos want to do within our means.
So, please, people involved with the production of WYFP, let me know if this is a possibility. There are a couple of ways that I've come up with to alleviate confusion, in case you're curious.
Way the 1st: I'll host (initially) and post (hey, that rhymes) three hours after you post on Saturday.
Way the 2nd: I'll host (see above) and post (again, see above) on Sundays at a time of my indulgence. Schedules have no place amongst West Coast slackers.
Way the 3rd: Fuck off, Rhino, and take you bullshit ideas elsewhere.
I am open to all of the above.
Oh, and for the record, my fuckin' problem is that my son's babysitter, without my permission, had his hair cut for the second time.
The first time he had his hair cut was in the ICU after his mom (obviously, not my current lady) tried to kill him by throwing him from our second-story balcony.
In both instances, this act of follicular butchery was beyond my control, and, well, in both instances, I've a fucking problem.
However, due to good ol' fashioned ingenuity, we found an immediate solution to the problem.
My son now has a killer Mohawk, complete with Liberty Spikes, and is bouncing around the house to the Dead Kennedys.
Cheers,
RR