First off, before I get into anything else, I must wonder aloud where Anna Feeple, the Red Ninja is, and why she has done nothing to the sorry lot responsible for The Four Ninja Foodgroups. This is almost about sad and disappointing as it gets. Anyway, these 5 gobs better grab all their Eggrolls, Bagels, Cookies, and Vengence and run like hell before the foaming wrath ofAnna Feeple, the Red Ninja:



Anyway, I wanted to blast away on all the crap that has accumulated in the Wired over the past couple of weeks but I'm running like Junior's been running lately. Like crap. Maybe I should do a great essay about Slappy White and Pigmeat Markham and call it a night. Maybe I should report to you about a domestic incident in Kampala Uganda and then go suck another Huber. I really need two right front tires and a round of wedge before I go after Do I smell an ant?; after all, he's making every effort to be genuine with himself and others, unlike me. After all, I'm always up for thrashing a no doubt heartfelt and genuine blog like [[*Pretty' Lil Me]]* simply because it has a dreadfully unreadable and in this case, a cultural incongruous layout/blogtemplate. But I'm afraid if I do that tonight though, I might get loose and put it into the wall coming out of turn 3. Instead, I'll share, without comment, some nice photos of Africa. I also highly recommend binary Los Angeles.

Damn! I feel like Ken Schrader, Sterling Marlin, and Mark Martin sat me down and schooled me on respect and manners over Ice Tea and Cornbread. *sigh* Gotta find some evil somewhere!! *grump* But intead I find a somewhat interesting series of takes on Gay Lone Star Pride. And here I thought LUKE Perry was the governer of Texas. Oh well....please pass the cornbread Mr. Marlin while I ponder Nuggets by Howard Sherman, which If I cared about technology, might actually read. But, I do not know, nor do I care, how the Internet works. Which brings me to
‡Rock On \m/‡ and all I could say was "Oh good Lord....." Why do people use these absolutely vile and dreadful and terrible and unreadable.... Okay okay...sorry guy, pass me some more cornbread, please. *sigh* Here's something nice for y'all: SIMFONI DUNIAKU. Now may I please be excused?

As much as I like ice tea and cornbread, there's nothing running into a meandering mother arrayed in pastel communism on the way to the fridge for a beer. This one is guarenteed to be horrible once it gets off the ground. Someday if all goes well, it will approach the frightening dreadfulness of Bayou Babble with its Bayou MaMa and BayouPaPa and kids and pet gator and some focking Bible Challenge quiz which I will NOT get into because the last time I got into it with a psycho-christian I had this futile theological discussion over the course of several emails. Or, it might someday tiptoe quietly into the banal alacrity of Suburbia Las Vegas.

Stay tuned, and by all means always say PLEASE when you want someone to pass the cornbread.

Mood: Sullen & Mannerly
Beer: HUBER Premium
Music: "All Her Favorite Fruit (Orchestral Version)" by Camper Van Beethoven

posted by Michael Smith at 11:29 PM