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.

Do you know what time it is?

Yes, it's that time.