Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I just saw something on Blogger's sign-on page entitled "Learning Blogger." And I'm like, huh? How fucking hard it it to set up and write a 'blog? I can do it, and I'm damn near fucking retarded (yet I'm still smarter than a good number of people out there... a seemingly unresolved that paradox, until I realize just how goddamn dumb people are). When it comes to 'blogging, you click on some shit, type some other shit, and then put up a bunch of worthless crap that you think someone somewhere might care about even though no one does. But then once you look at the quality of most 'blogs out there, you do see that people need special help. Sure, there are a couple of people who can float, but for the most part the genre sucks. If they had me put together a how-to guide on 'blogging, it would be pretty short. Here's the by and large of my advice on 'blogging: don't.

Monday, December 06, 2004

Are we going to the zoo?

Google search:

"Why religion is stupid"

I of course want to be #1 for this one, but being #4 isn't horrid. If you do the same search on metacrawler, I'm #2. That's how someone originally got here, but I decided to try Google for the fuck of it and post that since, as we all know, Google is more authoritative because Google is god. Which brings kind of a religious aspect into it, which means that Google is stupid. Fuck Google.

Hey, just be glad I'm either not posting or simply posting (mostly) random meaningless crap, as opposed to droning on endlessly about Project 3-Series. Because, believe me, I could. Just ask ETP, and he'll tell you what a little bitch I am.
Better not tell BOETP.

...Steve finally was ready and Stacy screamed like a loon as his cum rocketed into her cunt. See it all here...

I've gotta give this one credit for at least being the most, uh, colorful spam subject that I've seen in awhile. Also, I now know that my life will never be complete since I will never get to make a woman scream like a loon.
This should make us liberals happy.

Sunday, December 05, 2004

I'm not sure if I can love Maureen Dowd more than I do right now.