Karl Hath Risen

Much to my surprise, the Karl Krew has refused to give up on this blog. Over a year since my last post, I still get texts and taunts besieging me to resurrect this humble little project. So far, I have been steadfast in my refusal–because after all, the last thing I want to do after work is sit in front of a computer (except, of course for prurient purposes).

Then I realized: by abandoning the people who actually enjoy this, I have been being a turribe douche. Although I have struggled with finding the time and patience to crank out blog posts in a world where I am employed, I should not ignore the only people who support my interests.

And perhaps there is a solution. Like Kim Kardashian grasping a swarthy penis, or Casey Anthony peeling off that first piece of duct tape with her semen-encrusted hands, I believe I have found the answer to my dilemma: Twitter.

I know it’s a departure from the blog’s long-form past, but we’ll see how things go. Follow ol’ karl on Twitter at http://twitter.com/karlthoughts.

And to kick things off, I’d like to begin our foray into the world of tweeting, twits, and twats with a special live Tweeting event: my friend Brolin’s bachelor party (For more on Brolin, see our adventure involving gag-inducing jam bands, malodorous trustafarians, and fungal psychedelics of questionable origin)! That’s right, Brolin is getting married. To celebrate the occasion, we’re throwing him a bachelor party at a lake house in BFE, Wisconsin, that starts tomorrow (Wednesday) and runs until Sunday. Thatsalottapartyin, folks.

Stay tuned for five days of gettin’ weird.