Well tomorrow being the 55th Inauguartion and all that dross, my buddy, Squirrel, is planning on flying his flag at half-mast. He is also going to watch all the televised versions of this over-blown nonsense, and I told him, "Squirrel, my man, your time would be better spent wacking off to pictures of Condaleeza Rice in a thong bikini."

"I know....," he said, "but I have to endure....."

"Look," I said, "if you have to endure, then endure 10 minutes of Condaleeza Rice in a thong bikini, and we'll go out and grab a beer."

And so on and so on.

Anyway, there are many other things as well that remind me that poets die in steaming vats of shit. All this jazz about the internet being about building bridges, for example. Or sometimes, it's incoherent melodies. Rivers river, but brooks bubble, merely. Ditto, anyone who feels compelled to announce: I'm Here. I'm Queer. Get Used To It.

There is naught enough hours in the day to uncover it all....nor years in a lifetime to bury it all and simply forget. Newt Gingrich, or the first four notes of an Air Supply song that you inadvertently hear before you can plug your ears.

So I don't know what Squirrel expects to accomplish, but he could do no worse than THIS I suppose. Or no worse than the usual childish and mean-spirited insect-burning that I usually do.

As much as I hate to be nice, I have to point a finger at Uniquelessness and blame it, and Mr. Peter Meddick, for throwing me off the track. I like his blog and his ideas....and unlike most, it's very readable. Being an actual writer and not some type-by-letters guy/gal, or some dopey blooger, makes a difference *insert shock smiley here* What I like most are his takes on advertising and marketing....my line of work. He almost saved the day....

...If not for Lonely House. Now for those of you who like to see how MY mind works, I might recommend this. But anyway, I was honestly going to leave this one alone, but.....BUT.....well....I think you know what provoked me to leave this one for last. Not the paltry insipic poetry. Not the blooging about nothing as opposed to my blooging about less than nothing. No, what got me was on top of all that, this page has A BLOGGER'S PET!! Good thing the internet is bulletproof.
Also, good thing they only have a cat....if they had a dog, you know damn well I'd have to put one on my bloog for the sheer perversity of it....and then piss and moan about it for days on end.

But....as luck would have it..... *insert smiley here*

Anyway....tomorrow is another day. Hell is still under new management, but unfortunately, the White House is not.

Mood: Sullen & Half-Hearted
Beer: Gray's I.P.A
Music: "God Save The Queen" by The Sex Pistols

posted by Fat Nakago at 11:23 PM