24 October 2007

What I Like


I would like to talk about an important political issue.

I would like to share with you a witty link.

I would like to make a reference to a pop song that you heard once when you were twelve and never could get out of your head.

I would like to discuss how I am indeed, in a convoluted, non-bloodline but through marriage and adoption way, related to Mr. Rogers.

I would like to warn everyone about the terror of the McGone.

I would like to take out all of my lovely female readers out on a date to Utah, where we'd all get married and they would bear my many children, and we'd begin a cult, be chased down by the FBI, and flee to Mexico, where we'd grow in both number and popularity, before disbanding in a sea of bitter slurs and lawsuits.

I would like to point out how gender isn't so important on Blogger, but good writing is.

I would like to apologize to Valerie for not updating her link in my blogroll, because I forgot her new URL.

I would like to know why you haven't added me to your Technorati favorites or subscribed to my RSS feed. The buttons are over there on the right.

I would like to extend a shout out to all my peeps.

I would like to take credit for building the Hoover Dam.

I would like to be able to travel back in time and find out if Cleopatra was as much of a fox as she was supposed to be.

I would like to know what Jimmy Dean was thinking when they came up with the product pictured.

I would like to take this opportunity to let you know that this may be the lamest post I've ever written, because I'm tired.

14 comments:

Lara said...

lame!
black can pull off subdued humor in his more dramatic roles! the holiday, hello. have you seen the trailer?

red said...

I don't think it's that lame. I would, however, absolutely under no circumstances EVER accompany you to Utah.

McGone said...

Come on - don't be so hard on yourself. You've totally written lamer.

The Guv'ner said...

I've often frowned while eating pancakes with sausage because I knew it wasn't quite right. "What would be really awesome..." I thought to myself, "Would be if someone could figure out how to get this sausage and these pancakes ON A STICK!"

I mean don't try to tell me you haven't wished for this.

I'm up for Utah though. I always loved the desert. However a decaffeinated me is not a me you want to join your wife troupe.

pistols at dawn said...

Ripping off the Daily Show with the Jimmy Dean thing? You must be tired.

And I don't subscribe to anyone's RSS feed because I don't know what that means. How about I just check your site the old fashioned way?

The Idea Of Progress said...

I'm ripping off the Daily Show? I just found that on Google.

Whoops!

I suppose I should just be happy people are here altogether.

Monica said...

that is possibly the grossest shit i've ever had the discomfort of knowing people buy by the boxful and gobble up in lazy saturday afternoon sweatsuit wearing unshowered guilty bliss. yuck.

pistols at dawn said...

To be fair, I think Jon Stewart's commentary was roughly to pull that box up and just say, "What the hell?" You're still good. I only remember it because 1) I watch the show religiously, and 2) it is such a disgusting product (and I'll eat just about anything) that it has stayed with me.

Leonesse said...

Fine. I just set up RSS today and will take your whining as Divine Providence on filling up my reader.

You have been assimilated.

Ms. Laaw-yuhr said...

I do not need your RSS feed because I read every day like a good stalker. If I accompany you to Utah and you make me legit that would take away half the fun though.

Dr.evil said...

Did I mention, instead of being my right hand man your my left hand man?

katrocket said...

I found this post interesting and informative. What's lame, is that you didn't title it: "Things That Make You Go Hmmm"

Grant Miller said...

I would like to purchase a Coke for you.

Valerie said...

Apology accepted. :)

http://valerieslifetake2.blogspot.com/

and let me know when I'm getting my million bucks.

I already put a deposit down for an in-ground swimming pool a la Clark Griswold.