I’m in one of those moods where I really don’t care about much and I could say anything that pops into my head at any moment in time. It’s dangerous, actually. It’s almost as though I’ve been given truth serum and spent the afternoon downing jello shots, and now I’m just waiting for someone to email me with some personal questions which I will probably answer.

Danger, Will Robinson, Danger.

Ah, “Lost in Space,” the favorite tv show of my childhood. Well, that and George Reeve’s “Superman.”

In real life I’m sort of built along the lines of the Robot these days, although I hope to be looking more like my childhood icon/idol Judy Robinson before next year’s BlogHer. . . . I have my reasons.

I should probably just go to bed before I do something. . . .

Nah.