Theory on the short story, or... why the hell would I waste time reading that?

So you're going to spend your valuable time reading short stories on blogs. On my blog, to be exact. Well, I suppose there are worse excuses for not updating your task list at work or perfecting your Spam chili recipe. In fact, while you're in the mood to just sit around, why not jump off of the cliff from reality and freefall straight into the abyss of imagination. My imagination. Yeah, so, here is where things might get a little, um, weird. Sorry, my mind works funny.

Around these parts you'll eventually come across a talking rabbit (or two), an old fellow who carries most of his friends and relations in his hat, the world's first likeable angry young man, and a sweet young just-married couple who woke up to find a psychadelic cat in their bed.

Anyway, that's my version of a disclaimer, warning or ultra-obvious foreshadow. Now just step over there. No, a little farther. You need to wiggle right up to the edge. No, no, don't look down--that's never advisable. Okay, JUMP!