Warning, Will Robinsonl!

OK. I am sending the following warning to my beloved links:

Even though you may be precious to me, even though I may hold you to my breasts, and even though we talk (and drink) with each other regularly, I am telling you with no uncertainty that unless you update you blogs, you will be removed.

This is not to say that you will be thrown in the trash bin of history (I adore that phrase), but you will be put in the cupboard of the present, to be taken down like a fine teapot when needed. I will not mention names, but I can't awake to the Story of Stanley anymore or the Fatal Spill of Wine. It's not just me, mind you. I put up with your antics and peccadillos as much as you do mine, but just how am I to answer for your laziness to write; it only takes a few words or a simple picture of something that made your day worth living. I am grateful to those who came out of hiding, too; did you really want to be the Jimmy Hoffa of the blogosphere?

So be forewarned. Thebottle of internet whiteout is on my desk.