OK, that’s enough of that. If I see one more picture of the 20-year-old skinny me, I’m going to be very depressed. It was kinda fun looking at that stuff, but it’s strictly cats and kids in Solonor’s Photoblog from now on!
This one called Humilitation pretty much sums up my position in the scheme of things anyway…
I finally have a Photoblog. Cat pictures soon.
For now, go watch as I scan more and more humiliating pictures of Revolver. It’s a good thing we didn’t sound quite as dorky as we looked.
Laden. bin Laden.
America’s newest undercover agent is doing all he can to prove al-Qaeda’s ties to Iraq. And just in time, too.
Damn, he’s good.
Let these words resonate inside your head for a moment: Ethel. Merman. Disco. Album.
I know. I know. You’ve already spent your allowance this month. That’s exactly what I said.
After the blood-curdling scream, of course.
[ via Reality Remixed ]
Dude. These are so not going back in that album. Sorry.
Thanks to the obsessive (some say paranoid) watch being kept on the Blogrolling Top 100 by The Amish Dude, our offices have been alerted to a threat to the blogosphere more insidious and vile than a Wil Wheaton thong!
It appears that this Barry guy – besides becoming my instant nemesis – has a following. It’s true! Apparently, he writes a fashion column in some podunk newspaper in Florida, and all his little minions are linking to his blog like it was fresh fish in a cat store.
Forget about the fact that one of his typical entries is about five words long and consists of things like:
My pants have been invaded by large rodents. And they charged me sixty dollars to have them pressed!
Stayed inside with the lights off today. Must beware of badgers.
Yes, it’s sad, but the little snozzberries are still linking to him! So much so that he’s moving up the ladder faster than a frat boy outside the girls’ dorm window.
He’s just passed Laurence, and he’s just 24 links away from Kymberlie, bearing down on the likes of Kristine, Christine, Michele, Mr. Gretchen and Robyn. What’s more he made The Dark Mistress of the Blogosphere doubt her evil powers.
This cannot stand!
Thus, I declare that until such time as Gretchen either gets the 170 links it would take to put her on par with the Princess of the Blogiverse (or at least the 130 she needs to go ahead of her funnier-than-Dave-Barry hubby) or until the Patron Saint of the Internet rigs the Top 100, every day is her day to command minions.
So, get out there and get linking, people.
If you don’t link to Gretchen, shame on you! Get it done.
If you know people who don’t link to Gretchen, hack into their systems and get it done.
If you know people who don’t have a blog, start one for them and make the first link to Gretchen. Get it done.
We’re counting on you. Don’t let the big media star with his fancy newspaper-reading flunkies win!
Do it for the integrity of the blogiverse!
Do it for the Dark Queen of the Blogosphere!
Do it for the children!
Update: In response to this threat, Gretchen (that’s http://gretchen.pirillo.com/) has responded with the traditional blogger fare of boobies and pie. Thus, her new tagline: “Come for the tits, stay for the wits. (And now with pie!)”
That Barry guy don’t know who he’s messin’ with…
I, for one, have been on the edge of my swivel-back chair waiting for the news. Will they or won’t they? Should they or shouldn’t they? I mean, we have so much invested in them. If they’re disrupted by this ridiculous war with Iraq, what will the nation do? What. Will. We. Do?
Fortunately, all is well. They’ve come up with a “worst case scenario” and as long as the war is a “novelty” we should be ok.
I feel better. But, just in case, I’m taking out some insurance. I’m getting out my old tapes to be ready. I wouldn’t want to be sitting there staring at a blank screen!
Oh, didn’t I tell you what it was?
Trying to remove 20-year-old photos from a water-damaged album that used that extremely intelligent “sticky page covered in cellophane” technology.
Casualties have been light, so far.
Today’s tidbit is from our own lovely state (specifically the Escambia School District), where our good friend Huck Finn is being removed from the middle school curriculum. Of course, there are two perfectly logical reasons for this:
One student (and, I suppose, the parents of said student) in one middle school caused an entire district to redesign the reading curriculum? How come I didn’t think of that when they were making me read Steinbeck’s boring Red Pony?
[ via Flablog ]
…a rainy Sunday afternoon at the library.
