In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
OK, this is a weird one. I have no self-control on some things, so I'm trying to work it in the back door. I know I won't be successful telling myself, don't eat that entire bag of tortilla chips (with the salsa, guacamole, and hummos to match), so how else do I control unhealthy overeating?
As of several days ago (and doing something for so long without a web declaration is a record), I, Benjamin Maurice Melançon, will only eat in the company of others.
So if I'm repeatedly offering you food, or suddenly ask you to lunch, or show up at your house for breakfast... you'll know why.
Today, 2008 February 10, Sunday, 7:30 a.m. I Benjamin Maurice Melançon will not look at any more online comics
Period.
Except ones sent to me.
So if you're really kind, you'll send me links to good Non Sequitur or Ted Rall or Pears Before Swine or anything once in a while.
Also I will no more partake in going to Counterpunch, Common Dreams, or similar random browsing of news and opinion.
Same here– if you're kind and care about my mental health and awareness of the world, you'll send me some facts and analysis once in a while.