There are a lot of Erin Franks out there.  There’s the Erin Frank who is a doctor (not me).  There’s the Erin Frank who was a college lacrosse champion and now competes in triathlons (defnitely not me).  There’s the Erin Frank who recently-ish got married in San Francisco (definitely definitely not me, even more so than the one who does triathlons).

According to Google, these Erin Franks are far more prolific than I am.  Having a medical degree, a notable fitness record, and being able to afford a fancy wedding in one of the most expensive cities in the country are far more impressive than what I do, which is…I don’t know, work?  Hang out?  Write stuff on the Internet sometimes, not because anyone’s paying me to but because I amuse myself to a sometimes disturbing degree?  Yeah, I’m definitely not prolific.  This isn’t a problem by any stretch; you have to click through more than a few search result pages to find me, and in consideration of future employment, debt collectors, and psychotic ex-boyfriends, I’m pleased with the fact that I’m a little bit hidden.

Which is not to say that some attention isn’t nice.  It’s nice when people read this thing.  It’s nice when they follow The Val Kilmer Project.  It’s nice when someone confirms that I don’t suck.  See, I don’t need to be prolific.  I don’t even need to never suck.  I just want to suck less.

Speaking of sucking less, KDHX finally got back to me!  The Web editor guy was on vacation, so it took him a minute to reach out to everyone.  I’m not as terrible as I was thinking I might be, yaaaaaaaay!

And whether or not this makes me suck less is entirely subjective, but I posted more fake stuff here.

But do you know who really sucks?  Whoever found this blog by Googling “sister yells fuck me.”  I am totally confident that I never wrote those words, although I did re-watch Scarface recently so maybe that scene near the end was psychically projected here.  Man.  That would suck.