Blog of the Lost Blog
I'm dedicating this blog to the memory of another blog.
Did you ever start doing something online and then you got an IM from someone that had a link to someone's really stupid personal homepage and when you clicked on that link, you lost all the stuff you were doing? And then maybe you thought it happened for a reason like because you were laughing at someone? And then you realized that God is probably laughing at you right now for losing all the stuff you were doing so you figured laughing at people is okay?
Anyway, that happened to me today and the real victims are my loyal readers (hi Wendy and Rylee) that are going to miss out on a funny blog based mostly on bean bag chairs.
Damn that was a good blog.
So, the new blog is this blog and it's a very good replacement blog. Why? Because it's about something that's been bothering me of late. By late I mean like five minutes ago.
Why does mistrust "breed?" Did you ever notice how a bad relationship breeds mistrust or it breeds suspicion or it breeds disaster? A good relationship doesn't breed contrary sentiments. This, I find bothersome because negativity seems to have an oligopoly on breeding with animal husbandry. Right? I figure hate breeds and dogs breed; everything else is standing still with their belts on.
Dog shows, by the way, are the new poker tournaments. Mark my words, people are going to going crazy for dog shows the way they are going crazy for late night poker, celebrity poker, world series of poker and all that other garbage. The reason is simple: poking stuff rules and dog shows are full of old dudes poking at dogs of all stripes.
Poking is our most primal instinct that isn't directly tied into our survival. Think about it; we eat, sleep, drink and mate. These are our basest instincts without which we would die. Poking comes next in the heirarchy. If you see something you're not familiar with, you poke it with your finger. If you see something that's really suspect, you poke it with a stick. To get someone's attention, to piss someone off, to share in a laugh and to alert someone to something of interest, what's the proper course of action?
You guessed it. Poking stuff makes the world go 'round. Not love, not breeding, not music. Poking. And bean bag chairs, too. But I guess the ship has sailed on my chance to develop that one.
But dammit, they're comfy.
Did you ever start doing something online and then you got an IM from someone that had a link to someone's really stupid personal homepage and when you clicked on that link, you lost all the stuff you were doing? And then maybe you thought it happened for a reason like because you were laughing at someone? And then you realized that God is probably laughing at you right now for losing all the stuff you were doing so you figured laughing at people is okay?
Anyway, that happened to me today and the real victims are my loyal readers (hi Wendy and Rylee) that are going to miss out on a funny blog based mostly on bean bag chairs.
Damn that was a good blog.
So, the new blog is this blog and it's a very good replacement blog. Why? Because it's about something that's been bothering me of late. By late I mean like five minutes ago.
Why does mistrust "breed?" Did you ever notice how a bad relationship breeds mistrust or it breeds suspicion or it breeds disaster? A good relationship doesn't breed contrary sentiments. This, I find bothersome because negativity seems to have an oligopoly on breeding with animal husbandry. Right? I figure hate breeds and dogs breed; everything else is standing still with their belts on.
Dog shows, by the way, are the new poker tournaments. Mark my words, people are going to going crazy for dog shows the way they are going crazy for late night poker, celebrity poker, world series of poker and all that other garbage. The reason is simple: poking stuff rules and dog shows are full of old dudes poking at dogs of all stripes.
Poking is our most primal instinct that isn't directly tied into our survival. Think about it; we eat, sleep, drink and mate. These are our basest instincts without which we would die. Poking comes next in the heirarchy. If you see something you're not familiar with, you poke it with your finger. If you see something that's really suspect, you poke it with a stick. To get someone's attention, to piss someone off, to share in a laugh and to alert someone to something of interest, what's the proper course of action?
You guessed it. Poking stuff makes the world go 'round. Not love, not breeding, not music. Poking. And bean bag chairs, too. But I guess the ship has sailed on my chance to develop that one.
But dammit, they're comfy.
posted by US Rovers Fans @ 2:48 PM
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