I wonder if I even have it in me to summon up enough spite and hate and gleeful viciousness to do this tonight. Normally, I would be all over something like Oh, My Lost! or House of Glass. But not just now. Not just yet. Not tonight.

Perhaps I'm merely underwhelmed. I was up visiting my daughter and her husband this weekend up in Forest Lake, Minnesota. And it should have been a jubilant time, but it wasn't jubilant. It was curiously unremarkable.....time well spent, mind you....but it was merely spending time. I could just as easily have spent the entire weekend on the Empire Builder and rode out to Montana or Spokane and back---in fact, that might have been a bit more jubilant. And no, I will not explain why. If you want chronicles of personal sorrows, well....there's always The Goober Queen and her Gooberishness; there are Asian Idols, which reeks of utter sadness; and then there is Site For Your Eyes and a thousand other ones like it which proves once and for all what a picture is oftimes worth.

Also, I'm not about to do a heretic burning and snake roast of all the bloogs that use the same Pastel Communist design that Personal Injury Advice uses. Bloogs like eveningschool, for example, and many others. Not tonight. Save it for another terrible day.

But as blase as I am, I not above or beneath uttering a resounding JESUS CHRIST when I see something like that70show which is puking with enthusiams, spirit and verve. Also, the blokes who do HOUSE77 VERSION 2.0..... are somewhat funny, so I have a momentary smile. However, I will pass on all the rest.

I guess I dont have it in me. Everything is like pastel versions of the real thing. only not as pretty. My time could be better spent crying myself to sleep over episodes of Marmalade Boy. I suppose I will go do that. Or something similar to that, right now. And so should you.

Mood: Sullen & Phlegmatic
Beer: TYRANENA Bitter Woman IPA
Music: "Back In My Home Town" by Frank Hutchinson

posted by Fat Nakago at 9:50 PM