Ask Dr. Ding

People. Dr. Ding has been busier than a cat trying to hide crap on a marble floor. Saddling my dreams is serious, exhausting bidness. I will have an exciting announcement within the next couple of months, but it’s all a bit hush-hush at the moment until the details are finalized.

First off, I have another UGO post up. It’s chock-full of formatting errors. Just saying.

Second, I need advertisers. Know any? Google’s AdSense and I parted company awhile back and Yahoo’s beta whatsit is taking its sweet time to get back to me. I have a feeling my rather liberal use of words like “fuckery,” “fuckity” and “fucktarded” may have contributed somewhat to my current situation. Well, that and all the blaspheming. So I’ve got that going for me.

If you know of any stout-hearted advertisers, brave and true, jiggle me or Google me or DM me or whatever the hell it is you people do.

Third, I’m committing wanton acts of Steampunk-induced bloggery over at BrassGoggles upon random occasion. I’ll try to keep you updated.

I said “try” and I meant it.

Fourth — where my Dear Dr. Ding letters at? Being able to blast the unvarnished, invective-larded versions of my own idiosyncratic psychomological wisdomation out into the interwebbish multiverse makes the 100 years I spent in gradual school plus the 10 years of working with brain-injured damaged care insurance authorizers all worth it. And you can be as anonymous as you wish.

Fifth. You can reach me here if need be. Or you can follow me on Twitter. It’s all a rich tapestry.