Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Just Ask Me

My owner spends hours writing. She writes on her two blogs, she does some writing for technorati, she writes for her job.

I don't really understand what all the fuss is about. Throw some letters of the alphabet together, slap an interesting header on it and hope for the best. Not too difficult. If most people are like me, it still comes out blah blah blah blah blah.

She keeps waiting for Oprah to discover her book. She thinks she's funny. And, while she is funny in a quirky sort of way, I really don't have the heart to tell her I don't think the Oprah thing is going to happen. Well, it's not so much that I don't have the heart, I just really love those  tasty, crunchy chewy things she keeps giving me, so I think I'll just keep wagging my tail and hope for the best.

But if that Oprah thing really did happen, I'd be riding that treat train and howling at the moon for a very, very long time.

Instead, I've taken matters into my own paws and am moonlighting with this advice blog because people, I have discovered, really don't know jack about anything, but I do… Hey, that's why my name is Jack. I know jack–jack about everything, so shoot me your questions, and I'll get back to you. It's that simple.

Oh, and the furry feline you see on this site? Well, that's my BFF Howard the Shelter Cat. He's pretty hilarious and he thinks he knows stuff, so I told him he could help out here if he'd just lay off the catnip. We'll, see.