Are the Admins here cross-dressing weekend freaks?

Because, that would be cool. Wouldn’t it? I mean, historically speaking, if the Prime Minister of Britain and the director of the FBI can run around in dresses, there must be something to it, right?

Anyway, that’s open to further meditation I suppose.

My first blog post was a screaming success. You probably didn’t hear it, but I did. What else are guides for, right? So loud.

So, anyway, we pretty much established in my previous, and only, blog post so far, that the Admins here are said to be cross-dressing weekend freaks. At least, I read that rumor myself in the comments on my last blog post, and so, that makes me an official abnormal/paranormal investigator. (I can do radio, if anyone’s interested. . . maybe even publish a book .)

But first, I would feel a whole lot better if some research group in Arizona would come through with a confirmation of this. It really, is the sort of thing, you know, that a serious researcher, like myself, would want collaborated by several witnesses before going much more public with it, I think. Besides, I can’t be saying “unsubstantiated” all the darn time. It’s too freakin long, and it ties my tongue in knots. Well, sort of, metaphorically speaking, anyway, you know. Is there a text abbreviation for “unsubstantiated?”

Ok, ok, I’m not trying to ignore it, sweep it under the rug. No. There was another rumor. Yes there was. It was mentioned in one other comment that the Admins/Mods here are mostly invisible. Yes. I know. We’re talking shadow people here maybe. O yeah. Ethereal forms. Ghosts maybe. I don’t know, what to say. Really, just keep it coming. Keep it coming. I have a strange feeling about this. I think we might be approaching an unavoidable nexus here. There could be a channeled message from an Admin in my future here. I feel it very strongly.

Tell me what you know. Or evoke it. Pull a card and just fake it, I don’t care. Relax a bit, and remember it. Shoot it all over this blog post. I need enlightenment. Yes, it’s just a knowledge-replacement-for-faith. I know that. I want it anyway. Give, give, give, it up. Be an expert, and I shall absorb your light like the solar cell that I am, and use it, to power a strange adult toy or something.