Darn, I forgot to sign it.

Before I vanish from the face of the Blogosphere, I should like to -- rather belatedly -- dedicate Floating Dweebs to a very good friend of mine.

This friend is a true gentleman, a scholar, a wit, and a bon vivant of the first order. His writing is stylish, his collection of novelty T-shirts is first-rate, and his passion for Yasujiro Ozu films is the very equal of mine.

Without this man, I would never have discovered Horatio Hornblower, Taco Madness, or the cornucopia of agonies that is Internet dating. He has forever been my inspiration, my best friend, the person I love most in this world.

True, he's hopeless at installing air conditioners, and he lacks a certain mojo with the ladies. But nobody's perfect. This guy is nearly perfect, which makes him good enough for me.

So, without further ado, I dedicate this blog to Brian DiPaolo. It was all for you, buddy.

Now treat yourself to a burger or something.