Runnin' On Empty
I've been trying hard to keep up with the whole NABLOPOMO spirit, but tonight? I got nothing. Too tired, too worn out from a week down with Stupid Mystery Fever (hey, if the doctors can't identify it, I get to name it whatever I want, right?). So, I tell you what: You can either head over to my house, where I'm complaining about the obviously tampered-with results of the SpongeBob SquarePants Top 100 Episodes countdown (YES, my life has come to this), OR, you can do yourself a favor and go make the acquaintence of Matthew Baldwin at Defective Yeti, instead. Laugh and learn along with him as he reads and reports his way through an adventure with the great American novel, Moby Dick, during the month of November, and treat yourself to some gut-busting moments as you eavesdrop on him in various social situations via his "Conversations" archive. It's priceless stuff, I'm telling you.
So there, even though I had nothing of my own to give, I still gave. That's just how I roll.
So there, even though I had nothing of my own to give, I still gave. That's just how I roll.
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Oh my, Defective Yeti is cracking me up. I have found yet another "Blog to Remember" Thanks for bringing it to our attention. I have started on Moby Dick myself.
Posted by: Mr. Ricky | November 16, 2006 01:44 PM
So you are alive! I checked the original blog and found you there, blogging away, good. I don't check it that much because my server at work blocks all the pictures and stuff, so its a little hard to read.
Incidently, in my family, all Santa's presents were wrapped, but in a completely different paper (usually fancier because there were fewer of the Santa gift) and they all had tags like, To: Paul From: Santa (wrapped by Cookie, Elf #207). They were always a bit of a production, set off to the side, milk and cookies eaten. He also always hid a giant coffee can of candy somewhere in the house for us, usually on the lazy suszan shelf. Santa rocked, even when my sting operation at 6 revealed to me that Santa was none other than my parents... I know! I played along for three more years to humor them.
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November 29, 2006 10:58 AM