Sunday, February 25, 2007

I Think, Therefore... I Think.

The jury is still out on this whole Clicky thing... or at least they don't have enough information to write a blog post about it yet. So far, this place has gotten a good number of hits, but in terms of people finding this blog via search engine... well, the results are decidedly more blah. A whopping two people found Murky Words as the result of a search. One person went searching for "ying-yang" and found my post from eons ago talking about tattoo's. The other person searched for "common noun plural english singular letter cartalk quiz" - and I'm not sure what they found, exactly. So, that's that. Could be worse - someone could have searched for "horny Boston leather gimp" and ended up here, in which case I'd have to cease all posts forthwith. Thankfully, that's not the case, but since I'm now out a reason to post, I figured it was time for another episode of my random thoughts.

┬┐Listo? Emmmmpieze.
  • Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin! He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!*
  • Oscars are on tonight, but unfortunately, due to a previous engagement, I shan't be able to watch them. That's OK. I don't like the Academy anyway. I don't even know who the Academy are. Do they even exist? Who are these masked men, and why do their selections often suck? I call foul. Lying sacks of sh--. Why don't you vote on something worthwhile? Leave me alone.
  • The sun's in my eyes! The SUN is IN my EYES! I feel like a mogwai. Bright Light! Bright Light! Bah. Screw it. I'm too lazy to move my computer. Guess I'll go blind while basking in it's rays.
  • I've rediscovered grapefruit. Seriously, do you have any idea how good grapefruit are? I had one this morning for breakfast, and MAN, was it good. Thank YOU, Father Grapefruit, and thank you for letting us consume your children.
  • I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin' back to NOLA. w00t!
  • Perhaps I'm taking this whole personal finance thing a little too far. I actually clipped coupons this morning. You can just go ahead and start calling me Barbara Billingsley (oh, but pardon me stewardess, I speak jive.)
  • He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken; To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away; And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!*
  • My roommate is currently blackening catfish and using a mixture of spices that he created as a rub. Smells delicious, but Holy Smoke - literally! I'm coughing up a storm. And now, the fire alarm has just gone off. Perfect. Is this how they do it down south?
  • Bought another cookbook! This time it's How To Cook Everything by Mark Bittman. I have a friend who really knows how to cook (she even knows how to sweat the aromatics) and SHE tells me that his books are worth every penny. I know, I know... I don't need to buy cookbooks when so many resources are available online (a la but still, between Ted and Mark and foodtv, I'll be an Iron Chef in no time. So there. Wonder if this new book teaches you how to blacken catfish.
  • I just did a load of laundry, and you know how sometimes you just have a bit too much for the dryer, so when you take the clothes out they're mostly dry but still slightly damp? Yeah, that's what just happened. Anyway, I hate that.
  • Alright, I love my Red Sox and all, but this extended spring training coverage has gone a little too far. Somebody wake me when the regular season starts. Oh, and konichiwa, Matsuzaka-san!
  • I'll be dining at The Cheesecake Factory tonight. Yummmm... Wonder what I should have? Maybe blackened catfish. *cough*
  • I'll have a few hours to kill between the time I finish this blog post and the time I have to head out to dinner. Maybe I'll start 'Great Expectations.'
  • Why are there braille instructions on drive through ATM's?
  • Why are cartoon dogs so stupid? I mean, think about it. Astro, Scooby-Doo, Dino, Snively, Courage. They're all idiots. And not funny. Seriously, "Ro-Ray, Raggy! Oooh, Scrooby Snacks!" Who thinks that's funny? You? Get a life. Oh, wait. Mr. Peabody was pretty smart. Never mind, then. You're cool.
  • Speaking of dogs, there's a rumor going around that Rolf from the Muppets is gay. Can't substantiate it one way or another, though.
  • Q: How do you kill a circus? A: Go for the juggler. (Who the hell thinks that's funny? Me? Get a life.)
  • His head smashed in and his heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped, and his bottom burned off, and his pen-*
  • THAT'S quite enough, there. There's dirty work afoot!*
*Stolen from 'The Ballad of Sir Robin.' Music and lyrics by Monty Python.

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Blogger Tim said...

Another smart cartoon dog is Inspector Gadget's aptly named pooch, Brain. He's not Peabody-smart, but that's an unfair standard for anyone.

9:02 PM  
Blogger Eric said...

Of course! Brain! How could I have forgotten him? Although you could ake the argument that Penny was actually the "brains" behind that operation, and Brain was merely the foot soldier. Still, it takes a certain amount of smarts to bring down Dr. Claw - foot soldier or no.

Well played, Tim.

9:01 AM  

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