Big News, Sad News, Red Fish, Blue Fish

Good-morrow to all ye lads and lasses. If you read the above sentance, then you are well aware of the impending sadtimes and big...times (big times?) that are to follow. What do you want first, the good news or the bad news? (Okay, I hate when people say that, and the bad news is usually much, much worse than the good news and it is always thrown into a context like this: "Okay, so...the bad news is, your parents have been murdered by a ritualistic psycopath. The good news is the police were able to find him before he got to you!" Uh, yeah, thanks.)
Alright, but for real, here is the good news:
Good Newz!
I have been asked by Torontoist.com to be a contributor (ie: I begged like there was no tomorrow). What does this mean for you? Nothing. But what does it mean for me? It means a little bit more legitimacy. It means something really great to add to my resume. Also, I am getting quite a bit of creative freedom and I can't wait to start linking to my work, as I am hopeful it will be pretty fun.
Uh oh, now for the...
Bad Newz!
The Skip-Raid is no longer going to be updated on a Monday-Friday (and sometime Saturday) basis. I'm sorry, pretties, but it is true. Please take this picture of my dog being adorable as a peace offering.So, the new schedule will be as follows:
Monday - no post
Tuesday - new post (about Gingers or The Hills)
Wednesday - new post (about Gingers or...something else)
Thursday - new post (about ANTM...or other fun stuff. Wow, I watch a lot of shitty TV)
Friday - link to the BiteTV Blog article.
Is this cool? Is this alright?I'm sorry that you won't be getting a Monday post anymore, but the truth of the matter is I am very busy and am writing a lot and working a lot and have very little time for TV. Now would be a good time to mention how much I love TV. But this new Skip-Raid sched. will all be subject to what happuns in the week. Let's say every channel plans a Mind of Mencia-athon; then my TV will be shut-off and I will write more and better stuff for yous skids. But let's all pray that that NEVER happens. I would rather go through that de-ageing thing Mr. Burns goes through every Friday night than watch 4 minutes of Mencia. You know what think I am talking about: the eye drops, the spinal re-assignment, that spiky weird drill that Dr. Nick Riviera promises "won't hurt a bit...till I ram this down your throat!" Come on! You know, from the X Files episode? Sheesh. See you tomorrow.