I’ve heard it said that you should not judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. My hearing has never been that good, because I often enjoy a good judgment every now and then.

I used to hate it when I’d visit one of my favorite blogs and find the author trying to leverage my loyalty by asking me to go somewhere else and read some other thing that author wrote. Like they were trying to squeeze me for every bit of traffic data they could, in the hopes they could parlay that into fame and fortune. Dirty sneaks.

Please allow me to present to you my new walking shoes. They’re only good for about a mile, but they helped me to understand the other side of the extrasite click request. As it turns out, that author of one of my favorite blogs probably put a lot of effort into that post somewhere else. So much so that the author probably didn’t have the time or energy to scratch together something interesting on their own blog. So instead of putting out garbage (though, hello? Don’t confuse that author with me - I put out garbage all the time), they point you to a link where there’s a post they wrote that you just might like.

So without further ado, please stop over to The Cheek of God, where I made a guest post for Brian who is currently without computer. I posted about how Some Call Me The Macgyver of Love. It’s probably garbage, but it’s the finest garbage a tall kitchen bag can hope to hold. It’s the kind of quality refuse you’ve come to expect from Family Clay.

By the way, the haircut? (gotta click over to see it)  I guess I’d wanted my hair to be just perfect before my class pictures, so the night before, I took matters into my own hands.