Flying in the Face of My Own Advice

I was thinking, earlier this summer, about writing a post wondering aloud (well, if you read this blog out loud, I guess) whether Kissing Suzy Kolber's schtick was getting stale in the doldrums of the off-season. Like, this time last year I didn't seem to recall every post being some sort of screenplay. Then, I reconsidered, because what point would it serve "calling out" a blog that shit-tons of people read and, presumably, really enjoy when this blog has a readership of two (four on a good day!) and has about one one hundredth the amount of effort put into it (and that's proablaby a liberal estimate). But, you see, by writing about what I'd decided not to write about, I've totally written it! How crazy!

Anyway, today there's a post that reminded me why I fell in love with that site in the first place (awww). Not only was I delighted with the prose and tone of the post, but I started to get all kinds of excited to read KSK again after the season starts and there's, you know, stuff for them to write about.