Image above from Sexy People. The site has many pictures of average, but slightly odd-looking people. When viewed individually, they aren’t much, but when viewed collectively, heh, it’s a Mag-Lev train to Hootsville.
A year later, the zomboys are still in sheer terror, suddenly realizing that the rest of their lives will be spent hunting for brains. (Here’s another example of a kid who gets better looking with age.)
I suppose I fall into the same category of normal-yet-slightly-odd-looking people. But of course you folks already know who I am.
Once when the power went out I went to the store and bought several of bags of ice to save the foodstuffs in our refrigerator, but when I got back to the house, the power was back on. So I took the bags of ice back to the store, told them the ice was defective, that it didn’t cool properly. They refunded my money with no questions.
Since we can’t post SeeqPod music on WordPress yet, I dropped a small load on Amy Oops. Meanwhile, here’s a fightin’ song: The Pogues’ “Young Ned of the Hill.”
You’ve seen them. They began on the C and D Blogs, and they’re all over the B Blogs now. Dopey questionnaires that ask you to answer five or six odd questions, none of which can be answered wrong. Then you submit your answers, and the magic internest blogsite genii tells you what kind of breakfast cereal you are, or some such drivel.
Don’t know what I’m railing about? Here are a few examples:
The results of these inane surveys are then posted on the authors’ websites with a proclamation such as “I am a furry little wombat/budgie hybrid who enjoys hot cocoa.” Barf.
So, then, I have a proposal for y’all. Whenever and wherever you find a blog that asks you to take a dopey “What Kind Of ___ Am I” type quiz, don’t bother clicking on the link. Just answer “I’m Asparagus.” No further explanation is necessary.
Let’s get rid of this obnoxious trend so we can get on with REALLY inane blogging, like cat snoring videos:
A year later, the zomboys are still in sheer terror, suddenly realizing that the rest of their lives will be spent hunting for brains. (Here’s another example of a kid who gets better looking with age.)
