Although I don’t believe that anyone is really that concerned one way or another if my brother and I post things often, I’d like to explain the reasons why there are sudden lapses in the frequency of our posts.  For starters, at this time he and I are separated by nine whole time zones, and have no real way to communicate other than by emails on the computer box.  Oh, there’s the occasional Facebook chat (which is a dirty, dirty whore, incidentally), but I can only access the interwebs through a complex combination of satellites and black magic, therefore making any type of real-time conversation impossible.  “Why don’t you call each other on the telephone?” you’re asking, in your oh-so-superior-fucking-know-it-all voice.  First of all, none of this is really any of your damned business, but I’m explaining it out of the kindness of my heart, so step off, cousin.  Secondly, we don’t have any way of recording the things we say right now (“Why don’t you buy something?” - See?  That’s you with that mouth again).  So that leaves us with email, which leaves something to be desired in terms of the spark that ignites when my brother and I are on a witty banter roll.  The other issue is that we don’t know what to talk about at least 82% of the time (fact).  So unless you’re ready to step up and send us a link once in a while, or ask us for advice about some pithy issue you’re having, or ask us how we’d handle a situation differently (because he’s gay and I’m straight and OH MY GOD, NEW FEATURE IDEA…), then you’ll just have to trust us that we’re doing the best we can.  To prove that, I’m posting a series of pictures of a dachsund nursing a piglet that I found in an old email (because I don’t want to delete them, but I’m not sure it’s healthy to keep them, so they must be shared).  Welcome to the party.

There.  That should buy us about a week.  And incidentally, if you don’t think this is one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen, then I hate you so, so much.

- Adam