This thing is like a tax on my time. I will not even remember the teams in this thing next year.
And I made some Korean BBQ and found out that the backup Ssamjang had changed colors and was actually two years expired.
CONSTANT DEGRADATION, and probably oxidation.
I double dog dare K. to order a Bud Black Crown some time at the local. Then she can hand the barkeep a marker to write on her shirt “yes” to its trendy, “ironic” “DO I LOOK LIKE A COBAG?” FRANKIE SAY RELAX QUESTION
Everyones, this blog has been getting 60 spams a day. They don’t make it onto the blog, but they completely swamp my will to do anything. Consider them the tree in the yard that does nothing but drop stinky pods that must be raked. I loathe such rakers.
Anyhow, there is now double the math for your commenting fiascos. Unless plover can figure out, as plovers are wont, where in the style sheet the new Captcha font color is called out, your tiny eyes will do nothing but strain to make out the directions for your math Waterloo. As much as I hope that shady Ruskeroo criminal computers would be even more disadvantaged in squinting their cpu to conquer such Captcha, I feel we might be in trouble.
Anyhow. I have probably about 10 days to finish Pitchforke Cobaggery Watch 2011 before 2012 rolls around. Nothing says how boring the list must have been last year than the great effort put out by music lovers (Seitz), and snark lovers (Brando), and Pinko haters (UC) and in betweeners (PP) that we could not make it through 100 songs in 350 days. Onward.
I need that xkcd comic “somebody is wrong on the internet” but the person is not typing furiously, instead they are beat down into nothing. They can’t even respond to Yglesias trolling over the postal service or Drum contrarianing over complaining about the Olympics. And then being very sad about Inkblot being killed by a coyote. It is the dog days.
If you feel like being laid low, enjoy these animated graphs about the melting of the Arctic.
Maybe I should post some reruns. IC3W3DG3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A) I am a big Donald Glover fan, so I am sorry to say when I heard a song on the radio that sounded like Linkin Park rap over a Justice beat dressing up Drake lyrics, I was sad to find out that it was Childish Gambino (DG’s rap moniker).
B) Kanye West’s verses get worse and worse but the beats are better and better. See “Mercy” and “No Church in the Wild”.
C) The oldies station that has only been on a year- a super cheapie with pre-recorded DJs- but still had lots of 60s Neil Diamond AND The Standells AND about 15 Beach Boys songs AND Sonny and Cher AND The Supremes AND some very random songs AND a bunch of Stevie Wonder AND a pretty deep library is doing that thing where they are changing formats. Their format change appears to coincide with the “classic rock” station disappearing from the airwaves, and now Oldies means 70s and 80s crapola. I has a sad. BLARG.
Please give our Ombuds some attention, they really do love nothing more. If you were to create a parody of Matt Yglesias, would you bother to change anything about him or just make him more concentrated?
I am [behind in] 1 billion cute things Goob did that are unshared.
I will start with:
The Goob disapproves of the pillowcase on her pillow. She prefers it to be wrapped in special little blanket (*more on this item later). Anyhow, GC checked her the other night and went to straighten out her little sheet and it wouldn’t straighten out. GC determined that what appeared to be the sheet was actually the matching pillowcase, which had been removed from the pillow and entered into as if a sleeping bag.
*Re: blanky. Blanky (not referred to as such in real life) must accompany the Goob if she effects a change in locale at early hours. She will request this change by silently pointing to the door, or saying “shoulder” by which she means that blanky is to be transferred to one’s shoulder, shortly followed thereafter by her own person to be carried wholesale into mommydaddybed. One of many cargo cults in which Le Goobiepants participates!
THE GOOB! UPDATE
For Jennifer, and for Thunder, for different reasons!
So, Friday. It was a toss-up between a Fuck You Friday and a Friday Musical Spew, but then there was no client check in the mail, so…. Which is appropriate, since Jesus Bunny day is 4/20. Also, there is a fambly of bunnies living in our backyard/adjacent that are making Lucy-orange-flatulent remarkable agitated. […]