My banal asides are few because, let’s face it: In the blinding glare of your dazzling intellect, mortal comments are merely turgid dross, Great One. (see what I mean?) And lacking comments doesn’t mean you aren’t read with relish—or poi, even.
Eh, there’re plenty of folks out there saying everything I’m saying. Hell, I’m not even on the blogroll of 3/4 of the blogs I linked today—which pretty much speaks to how important protein wisdom is to the larger blogospheric “conversation.”
Unless the conversation turns to armadillos. Then, Hugh Hewitt, Indepundit, Tigerhawk, Donald Sensing, and others will be beating down my fucking door.
“poi relish” gets you exactly one result on Google. Home Of Poi. But it doesn’t appear to be the kind you can eat. “Home of Poi aims to be your poi, staff and fire spinning resource on the internet and supplier of the highest quality spinning equipment.” Spinning Poi?
Does anyone really click through the blogs on anyone’s roll? It kinda makes sense to blogroll if you’re a specialist and you want to link the 12 other Etruscan dinnerware collectors in the world, but for a general or political blog I don’t see the point.
UPDATE: Turns out there’s no poi in Japan… or so they claim. But we have good, solid intel to the contrary in the form of an Internet rumor, and Koizumi is not cooperating with the UN poi inspectors.
I think we all know what comes next. And you’d better sign up, if you’re not a chickenpoi.
Just remember, when you see that first “NO BLOOD FOR POI!!” protestor, you saw it here first.
Hawaii? Tropical Islandist!!! What about Alaska? I know your type…all smiles on the outside, but a secret hatred of salmon and Kodiak bears on the inside. I’ll be watching you, Goldstein.
If only that pussy James Knox Polk hadn’t wimped out on our nation’s expansion into Mexico. We’d have decent salsa available nationwide, A la Cama con Porcel would be getting a cheesy remake instead of The Honeymooners, and California would extend all the way to Cabo San Lucas. Plus, we’d still have Guatemalan illegal immigrants to bitch about! What’s the downside?
When is Japan going to become a U.S. state?
Officially, I mean.
Poi. It’s all about the poi.
Not that anybody cares anymore. Commenting here is way down. Probably a good time to take a vacation. Maybe eat some poi.
Ah yes, poi…
And some spam musubi. Yum.
NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! um, i mean, uh, have a nice trip jeff.
My banal asides are few because, let’s face it: In the blinding glare of your dazzling intellect, mortal comments are merely turgid dross, Great One. (see what I mean?) And lacking comments doesn’t mean you aren’t read with relish—or poi, even.
Eh, there’re plenty of folks out there saying everything I’m saying. Hell, I’m not even on the blogroll of 3/4 of the blogs I linked today—which pretty much speaks to how important protein wisdom is to the larger blogospheric “conversation.”
Unless the conversation turns to armadillos. Then, Hugh Hewitt, Indepundit, Tigerhawk, Donald Sensing, and others will be beating down my fucking door.
“poi relish” gets you exactly one result on Google. Home Of Poi. But it doesn’t appear to be the kind you can eat. “Home of Poi aims to be your poi, staff and fire spinning resource on the internet and supplier of the highest quality spinning equipment.” Spinning Poi?
“Now you can spin your poi with the poi spinner the professionals use!”
Bah, blogrolls are so 2004 anyway.
Does anyone really click through the blogs on anyone’s roll? It kinda makes sense to blogroll if you’re a specialist and you want to link the 12 other Etruscan dinnerware collectors in the world, but for a general or political blog I don’t see the point.
How can you complain about blogrolls when you don’t have one? Humn?
Who’s complaining? I’m making an observation.
And I do have a blogroll. I just took it down when it started slowing down my site from loading and haven’t gotten around to putting it back up.
I’ll have the cheesesteak on a blogroll.
No matter which way the blogversation has turned, I have always been ‘dillo faithful.
And I always will be.
I’m tired of waiting.
When our imperial troops get back from Iraq with the stolen oil, let’s snd them over to Japan to seize the world’s strategic poi reserves!
UPDATE: Turns out there’s no poi in Japan… or so they claim. But we have good, solid intel to the contrary in the form of an Internet rumor, and Koizumi is not cooperating with the UN poi inspectors.
I think we all know what comes next. And you’d better sign up, if you’re not a chickenpoi.
Just remember, when you see that first “NO BLOOD FOR POI!!” protestor, you saw it here first.
Hawaii? Tropical Islandist!!! What about Alaska? I know your type…all smiles on the outside, but a secret hatred of salmon and Kodiak bears on the inside. I’ll be watching you, Goldstein.
If only that pussy James Knox Polk hadn’t wimped out on our nation’s expansion into Mexico. We’d have decent salsa available nationwide, A la Cama con Porcel would be getting a cheesy remake instead of The Honeymooners, and California would extend all the way to Cabo San Lucas. Plus, we’d still have Guatemalan illegal immigrants to bitch about! What’s the downside?
fardles
Like, fifty four forty or fight, you know?