What happened last night was this. I spent a considerable number of hours seething with furious dictator-like hatred of all manner of dreadful bloogs.....bloogs such as Life and everything that goes along with it; bloogs such as Scrap Happy Mama and dj_chris 2005; bloogs on the order of My Rhapsody Op. 20 where, according to Dingying, paranoia monastically blooms according to my modus operandi; bloogs aching with the unbearable sadness of The Falcon's Nest and other family-oriented bloogs just like it. It was a rampage of ferocious hate....I fancied myself to be much like that nutbag that runs N. Korea. So I would up with what amounted to about 4-5 hours of vicious criticism....some, if not most of it, richly deserved.

But when I went to publish it. Something went awry.

I must have hit a wrong key because when I went to view my bloog, all that appeared was the title you see above. NONE of the diatribe was published. What irritated me most about it was that when you waste that much time on a pursuit of dubious distinction, one would like to at least sit back and take some pride in the accomplishment.

Alright....I'm begging the question.

And since I got all that furious hate out of my little drunks fists last night, I really feel no particular need to pummel such bloogs as i blog, why not?(pick a language and stick with it!) and surly pump monkey(pick a template that says surly and not sissy tree-hugging Leprachaun!) into the oblivion they so richly deserve. I feel no compelling urge to point out that ______finding my way ard..........:: -winkz- :: is neither very readable nor very clever. And no, I shall naught say a thing about [J]eSuS_FaVouRiTe.

So that's a little bit about last night.

Tonight was more about the Bud Shootout which was won by Jimmie Johnson. I was hoping Busch, Newman or Biff would pull it out, but Johnson held them off to gain the win. This is the best time of the year for me. Speedweeks. The start of the racing season. The Daytona 500. I'm getting my fantasy NASCAR teams together and I can't wait for a week from Sunday. 7 days, 13 hours , 32 minutes , 13 seconds from now as I typer this.

Mood: Sullen & Boogity Boogity Boogity Let's Go Racin' Boys....
Beer: LAKEFRONT BREWERY Cream City Pale Ale
Music: "Two Little Hitlers" by Elvis Costello & The Attractions
posted by Fat Nakago at 11:28 PM