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Thursday, April 22, 2004

Blogging as an art form

One of the magical things that appeared to me today as a result of my mutant power (btw, I am not a teenager, and not a turtle, so you can just forgo making a certain conclusion - Dillon, this means you.)

Er, what was I saying?

Oh yes. This little blog came to me today and underneath its candy pink exterior lies what every blog should be. Low on the self indulgence, high on the self deprecation, damn clever, as well as low in poly- and mono- unsaturated fats.

Here are some highlights, although it does warrant a bit of straight-from-the-source chugging:

The movie Dead Ringers is so bad that it makes me want to get in touch with people I used to be friends with but now find annoying, just so I can recommend Dead Ringers to them before cutting them out all over again.

Man, I am such a fucking bitch.

Bladerunner is pretty good, though.

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Today I realized that people probably notice me checking out other people's butts.


The thing is, I'm not an overwhelmingly horny person. I just want to know what kind of pants people buy once they are out of college.

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Then again, the whole reason they're called grassroots politics has nothing to do with the aesthetic value of the roots of grass. That aesthetic value being nil.

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I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Instead, I killed no birds and my arm hurts from the throw!

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From this soon-to-be-famous list of "10 Things I Think Might Make My Grown-Up Life More Swell":

The ideal wedding gift will always bring the couple one step closer to gnocchi.

I guess I could calculate how much we would save on Pam if somebody bought us Misto, but I would probably get the answer wrong. Let's just pick a random number, say, 3000. Misto would save Gus and me $3000 over the course of 30 years if we didn't have to buy Pam.

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I think a cat using a computer would be the cutest thing ever. No one else seems to agree. Fuckers.


Short, sweet, to the point, entertaining, witty, and peppered with "fuck." Lovely. Two thumbs up. This does not mean, however, that I, in any way, am pledging to be less self-indulgent or more to the point. This is a physical impossibility for me. "This is far too lovely to be in pink and associated with cats" factor: 4/5
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