I’m not going anywhere.
A lot of you saw through the charade.
But some of you didn’t. You left some nice comments. Some of you called WonderWife™ to find out if it was true. And while absorbing your collective reaction, I realized something--it wasn’t the best April Fool’s joke.
A good April Fool’s prank is one that is both slightly believable and slightly outrageous. Like this. Or this. Or even my rather lame attempt last year. The best ones are the ones where you fall for the joke for a second, then you’re in on it.
Yesterday’s post was inadvertently a little like throwing a funeral for myself. I thought that most of you would automatically see through it. But for some of you, the execution was a little too poker faced. A few of you seemed genuinely sad. Thank you for caring. I am touched.
But it's not true.
I think Sci-Fi Dad said it best when he said:
In other news, DGB has also decided to give up bacon and one-off, special edition candy bars.
So to reiterate, I’m not giving up the blog. Because if I don’t write all of this stuff down, how am I going to ever remember it happened?