IMPULSE

Yes, yes, welcome to Mango Pudding Blues 2.0. Thank you for coming by. Now, of course, one generally would plan to make a big splash on opening day with some, uh, content; some piece of riveting writing that would make the whole enterprise seem worthwhile. Some solidly crafted something or other that would encourage you, the faithful reader, to view the new Mango Pudding as the sort of site you will continue to patronize.

Sadly, there is nothing. Life intercedes, and this morning, during the customary reading of the papers, I saw a mention of some kitchen item at Williams-Sonoma that caught my eye. I casually mentioned to Killer that if we left immediately, we could drive to Toronto and check it out. Killer, enticed by the sheer absurdity of the caper, seconded it, and now we’re off. Since the drive is four or five hours, depending on traffic, this is at the very least an all-day project. Yes, we are going to drive for eight to ten hours to go to a city we don’t like to shop for an hour or so. Why? For kicks, dears. For kicks. Which means no spanky new writing for you.

Sorry.

You might take a peek at the new “What is it?”, which is accessible from the button at left. It’s bound to be replaced soon by something else, since I hate it. Kind of a collector’s item; a limited edition b-side. The cracks about art director eyeglasses was all motivated by wounded pride, because my blog hero Dean Allen savaged nerdy-eyeglass-wearing art directors (which, let’s face it, is me) for not caring about typography. I dunno. The people I know who are most apt to care about type are art directors and graphic designers, rather than, say, the professors of philosophy or the retailers or the computer programmers or the firemen or the politicians. I get his curmudgeonly point but - oh fuck, never mind. I gotta go. Oh, and the stuff about Robert Johnson? I made that up. Well, the part about “Mango Pudding Blues.” Everything else is true.

New visitors, the old stuff is back at the original Mango Pudding Blues. Bug fixes to the usual address, please and thanks. Lock up when you leave!

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HEY!

Listen; you’re not supposed to be here.

Yeah, see, this is not a blog. Not at all. It’s the workshop for version 2.0 of the unbelievably cool Mango Pudding Blues. We recommend you go there at once. There’s plenty of cool stuff to read there. Here, there is just me, lumbering around trying to put together some pixels. Okay?

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