A few sodden bloogs ago, I came across a bloog entitled Searching For Vampire Girl. At the time I referenced it, at the tail end of one of my little insect-burning, snake-roasting rampages through the miasmal mists of The Blogging Community. And while I liked it, I wasn't totally convinced at the time, but it was bright enough light for me to feel like I had found something worth reading. So that was that.

Well....the young pilgrim responsible for Searching For Vampire Girl responded to my commentary. He wondered if perhaps I was merely damning him with faint praise or praising him with paltry and insipic damnation. I assured him that my commentary was faint praise without any hint of damnation whatsoever. So if figured that that little bit of email shadow-boxing would be the end of it. Fair thee well and godspeed and all that dross.

Onward.

But as is my custom, I check back on ALL the bloogs I reference. And yes, Hell is STILL under New Management, Raghu Vudathu is still boring the entire blogging community, and the Goober Queen is living the La Vida Mocha at the moment. So all is fairly semi-normal on THOSE tedious and terrible fronts. So it should surprise no one that I would check up on Sander and see if he's found Vampire Girl yet.

Well....I found his most recent blogs to be much funnier and clever than the original one I read a few weeks back. *shrug* Maybe it's like Jim Rome. You just have get used to it. That bit on his birthday party was hilarious and yelling PENIS at the top one's lungs is perfectly acceptable, understandable, utterly juvenile, and good harmless fun. Of course....he might have been better advised to yell PORK at the top of his lungs instead. But...youth will be served. Better luck next time. Be careful when you bend over.

But the best part is I read down further and....find a little bit about ME!! *hop! hop!!* And as we all know, or should, blooging is all about ME. It's nice to be referenced in reference to Pikachu, or for that matter, any anime character. It's also refreshing that MY dull and tedious shite is recognized for what it is. As for that little Bill Dillan skit of his, well....I don't know about that Dillan, but I DID date Bob Dylan's second cousin.....a story for another day.....just don't insert your dick at faster than 25 miles a hour. "If you see her say hello....." Etc etc.....

Onward.

So props to Sander. And Happy Focking Birthday. Just come on over, Officer. Just come on over.

Oh, I almost forgot to work in a 1995 reference, so here is it. Plus, it's apropos, and still fashionable after all these years. Yikes! It's Vampire Boy!

And as tempting as it is to crush some little insect as a parting shot. I won't. I simply wont crush a little insect tonight. After all, I am a caring, sensitive person who inspires others. And tonight, I will attempt to live up to that facile notion.

Mood: Sullen and *hop!! hop!!*
Beer: GRUMPY TROLL Stephen's Spiced Winter Ale
Music: "It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry" by Bob Dylan

posted by Fat Nakago at 11:19 PM