Eartha Kitt

Confession

So . . . echem. Yeah, not much posting going on here.
Here's the thing: Despite my grandiose opening statement made some months ago, this blog was never ever meant to really be anything more than practice. I needed to get in the habit of writing regularly so that I would keep up with some other, more important blogging projects. I figured I'd start a personal blog, do a little writing until I got into the swing of things, and see what happened from there. Really, I presumed that I could just slowly write less and less, but now, gosh darn it, I'm getting as many comments here as I do on my main blogging endeavors, so I might as well keep writing. I won't write often (here) and I won't be consistent (HA! as if I ever could be) but what the heck.

OI! OI! OI!

Yes, I did pass this on to Roboseyo. Sometimes our evil plans to get a song stuck in our arch-nemesis' brains backfire . . . hmm, on to plan B for the destruction of Roboseyo. Anybody know where I can get a set of rubber pants and lessons in Yiddish?

On a related note, I am disconsolate that Skunk Hell is closed. Whatever will I do now?

Actually, Roboseyo, This is More Me

I don't know what gives me more pleasure: picturing your mug on the dad, the monster, or the little girl.

아싸!

Ok, a dumb thing to crow about, but I just replaced the seat of the toilet in my god-awful bathroom. I did this sans instruction manual, sans help, and sans sighing in despair and calling somebody to help. A small victory, but deeply symbolic.

Or Maybe This Is More Your Style?

Yeah, seems like it fits you, RoboseyWHAAAAT!

Hey Roboseyo - I Got Yer Walrus Right Here!