I notice that upon realizing that the REAL purpose of blogging is for entertainment, the pressure rises to be, well, entertaining. Sometimes I think "I should post something nice, like how much I love my friends or how beautiful the sky is today" and then momentarily I realize..."shit, no one wants to read that crap"...we'd rather slow down to see if theres a bloody arm hanging out of one of the cars in a nasty 3 vehicle collision...I mean, we need to get SOME kind of compensation for sitting in traffic for so long...
now all of you that snickered at that are going strait to hell
so its Friday which means I officially survived week 2 of spring classes. It's unusually warm outside today too...so I have to decide whether to go rip the Verizon bastards a new tush-hole for screwing up our account, again...or to go ride my bike. The latter is obviously more appealing. If I dont go to the trail, I'll risk the weather not being this good tomorrow. Hmmm.
aw geez. On mad TV the other night (I dont know if it was a re-run or not, I rarely know how to watch tv usually it's used as a noise maker so I dont feel so alone in the dungeon while I'm fiddling around with something I probaly shouldn't be paying so much attention to....wait, that sounded bad...I mean like reorganizing my refridgerator or scrupulously scrubbing the kitchen floor on hands and knees wondering how the hell I alone can get it that dirty...I blame it on the cat)
see, totally off the subject in just a matter of seconds
on mad tv was CrankYankers (do we all know those little puppets) and the guy was calling a 900 number and a woman answered and he was complaining that his wife wouldn't make farm animal noises while they were having sex. I was of course hooked at this point. Not because I want my wife to make farm animal noises and needed the soution from a comedy show, I'm not even married...and farm animal noises might spur some laughter, but certainly not...you know. So then he gets the lady to quack and moo and then he gets her to impersonate famous people while he's...you know. So he's...you know(ing)...and she starts an impersonation of John Wayne and he's all like...and then he realizes he's (you know(ing) to John Wayne...so he stops and shares with her his realization....so she does Lauren Bacall. Then suddendly I realize I was partly named after Lauren Bacall...now my middle name is doing telephone porno through crank yankers
...now it's later in the day. ok, it's tomorrow. I'm going on blogger strike until next week. ciao.
