Insomnia – or, “What to snack on now?”

Yes – it’s that time, boys and girls. It’s time to play “Let’s stay up all night – again!”

I guess I could take some meds or – as the sign kinda suggests – roll one. But this just delays the problem.

No – I think I’ll go outside and bark at the neighbor’s dog. Maybe knock over a trash can or something. Hell, I could go to Denny’s. Moons Over My Hammy – my favorite.

Since its Saturday night I know there is a gang of brainless Emo punks down at the nearest Denny’s right now. I like staring at them. It makes ‘em nervous. Especially if I leave my (attempted)sleep-tussled hair sticking up like I – er, slept on it.

They are sooo easy to fuck with, because you know, like, no elderly grownup does weird things to hapless teenagers.

I like to count the “likes” in the cute babe’s speech. Like, you know, she’s really like soooo bosom-y, and I am like so totally a dirty old man. Y’know?

Those of you who are never awake during the wee hours in suburbia would be surprised at what goes on. There is a whole subculture of wee-hour civilization out there.

And it mostly has a really low IQ.

They don’t call ‘em the Wee Hours for nuthin’.

I should take my camera out there right now and photo some goings-on I know (without looking) are happening now. Yeah, right. “Ancient Old Fart caught photographing in suburbia. Film at 4:00AM!”

Nobel Prize in Bullshit

This post at Enas Yorl’s sums up my position nicely. And there’s a photo, too!

I didn’t actually mean for this to get echo’ed over to Enas’ site, but that’s ok. I am only an egg, insofar as this posting shit is concerned.

I especially like the shadow behind the poo. Nicely done. Attention to detail separates Men from….inattentive critters. I think.

Coochy-Coo!

This is just a test to see if the animation will post. And – by Circe! – it does. This animation was courtesy of Babaloo Blog in celebration of the 40th aniversary of this useless buttwipe’s death (Che’s – not Babaloo Blogs). More importantly, that was my very first embedded link. Woot.

10-10-07 – a date saturated with insignificance.

Soooo….this one will work too?

 

Yep.

That’s better.

I’m excited now.

Thought for the Day

Y’know – as far as I know, no one except Le Petomane – the Flatulent Flautist - has ever viewed the rectum as a musical instrument.

No society. No culture. No one.

There is no tribal fart-tune ceremony known to exist.

 There are no “traditional fart melodies”.

Many cultures acknowledged the Wind God, but not that particular aspect of Him.

Its a flaw in the human race, somehow.

Know your Taxonomy

This is an asshat.

This is an aardvark.

…Know the difference. It could save your life.

FIRST!

This is my second attempt at a web presence. I figure that the double-a in aardvark will help with…something…or whatever.

Um, yeah.

I’m sure it’ll help. I guess.