I’m definitely not playing Wonderputt right now, what with all the music coverage and Best of Food words prairie dog writers have to cook up currently. Even if I put in my hours at my day job then interviewed someone then chatted with my dear editor Stephen Whitworth about all the work I’ve got to do, all of which has probably earned me a nice break, I’m definitely not relaxing for a second with this. Nope, I won’t be celebrating any satisfying Flash game hole-in-ones on a fun little landscape until everything is in and filed. Just like I don’t think Bubba Watson would bother with any of those alt-paper Flash games — there has to be at least one out there, right — until he’s hit the driving range.
Anyhow, back to work with me.