Saturday, February 18, 2006
Comic bastards make me weak at the knees.
Being the humble sort, I do occasionally, very occasionally, admit to being a complete idiot (mostly to myself of course). One of these rare occasions occurred recently; the perpetrator of my winning moment of idiocy posted a link from her blog to mismatch.com where she supposedly had selected some potential (mis)matches for herself: 
one being Da Bomber and another Not Da Bomber. After reading the hilarious profiles (which incurred frequent outbursts of steel-penetrating screams of laughter), I thought to miself, as I do sometimes, I just HAVE to check out this website...(not for myself of course since I'm not an eligible bacheloress; I'm not eligible, period). Turns out it was all manufactured; a product from the mind of a genius comic. I hate her. Not for her sending me on a wild gander. I hate her for her Beautiful Mind.
Not content with breaking a few ribs laughing over that one, I continued in my pursuit of a higher state of hallucinogenic hysterics and stumbled upon another blogger. This one is a duck-bashing bastard at work who also hates f**kin' cute twee kids on DisneyWorld adverts and vacuous blondes offering their dating services. I became progressively more alarmed as I read through his vitriolic rantings, knowing that sometimes too much of a good thing can be bad for one's health. At this point I was close to spontaneous combustion. Imagine the headlines (okay the small insert in the obituaries column):
"Bar-b-qued Blogger Found. Next of Kin claimed: "she never wanted to cause anyone any problems; she even spared us the funeral costs."
My "Give us this Day our Daily Gin" quote: Learn from your parents' mistakes: Use birth control.
one being Da Bomber and another Not Da Bomber. After reading the hilarious profiles (which incurred frequent outbursts of steel-penetrating screams of laughter), I thought to miself, as I do sometimes, I just HAVE to check out this website...(not for myself of course since I'm not an eligible bacheloress; I'm not eligible, period). Turns out it was all manufactured; a product from the mind of a genius comic. I hate her. Not for her sending me on a wild gander. I hate her for her Beautiful Mind. Not content with breaking a few ribs laughing over that one, I continued in my pursuit of a higher state of hallucinogenic hysterics and stumbled upon another blogger. This one is a duck-bashing bastard at work who also hates f**kin' cute twee kids on DisneyWorld adverts and vacuous blondes offering their dating services. I became progressively more alarmed as I read through his vitriolic rantings, knowing that sometimes too much of a good thing can be bad for one's health. At this point I was close to spontaneous combustion. Imagine the headlines (okay the small insert in the obituaries column):
"Bar-b-qued Blogger Found. Next of Kin claimed: "she never wanted to cause anyone any problems; she even spared us the funeral costs."
My "Give us this Day our Daily Gin" quote: Learn from your parents' mistakes: Use birth control.
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Comic bastards make me weak at the knees.
Being the humble sort, I do occasionally, very occasionally, admit to being a complete idiot (mostly to myself of course). One of these rare occasions occurred recently; the perpetrator of my winning moment of idiocy posted a link from her blog to mismatch.com where she supposedly had selected some potential (mis)matches for herself: 
thanks Peaky, u r welcome, its open house here at all times. :)Ways to promote my art? Well, my agent suggested arranging for my own death but I think he suggested that not so much because he loves my art but more because he hates me!
we'll find a way,
oh not that I know alot but the disapearing sidebar common problem something to do with margins an maybe drop down menus search bars that sort of thing. My html sucks but am sure thats the thing.
have fun
P
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oh not that I know alot but the disapearing sidebar common problem something to do with margins an maybe drop down menus search bars that sort of thing. My html sucks but am sure thats the thing.
have fun
P
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one being Da Bomber and another Not Da Bomber. After reading the hilarious profiles (which incurred frequent outbursts of steel-penetrating screams of laughter), I thought to miself, as I do sometimes, I just HAVE to check out this website...(not for myself of course since I'm not an eligible bacheloress; I'm not eligible, period). Turns out it was all manufactured; a product from the mind of a genius comic. I hate her. Not for her sending me on a wild gander. I hate her for her Beautiful Mind. Not content with breaking a few ribs laughing over that one, I continued in my pursuit of a higher state of hallucinogenic hysterics and stumbled upon another blogger. This one is a duck-bashing bastard at work who also hates f**kin' cute twee kids on DisneyWorld adverts and vacuous blondes offering their dating services. I became progressively more alarmed as I read through his vitriolic rantings, knowing that sometimes too much of a good thing can be bad for one's health. At this point I was close to spontaneous combustion. Imagine the headlines (okay the small insert in the obituaries column):
"Bar-b-qued Blogger Found. Next of Kin claimed: "she never wanted to cause anyone any problems; she even spared us the funeral costs."
My "Give us this Day our Daily Gin" quote: Learn from your parents' mistakes: Use birth control.
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