See, I told you it wasn't going to happen!

My last post is a truncated version of what I wanted to post, and I didn't even know it actually published until today. For some reason there was something wonky somewhere between blogger and my ftp server. (I wonder if I could have fit any more "some" in that sentence.) Since then I've not had the itches in my britches to get back on this here bloggy thingy. I wanted to compose a long rant about schools canceling recess because tag could lead to collisions, and dodgeball is dangerous and exclusionary, and giving detention to kids who have the temerity to hug their friends, but I'm afraid my brain would esplode from the rage and my growing hatred of our overly sanitized, blunt-cornered, self-esteem building, life crushing society. Then I'd end up grabbing the Saphire, bellowing, "take care of the boy, this girl's got a date with the bottom of this gin bottle," and locking myself in the bathroom, emerging only for more lime juice and a pad of paper on which to draft the complicated plans for my insurrection that will rely heavily on small, pointy metal jacks, buckets of dirt, and finding enough grown ups with the intestinal fortitude to eat the occasional goldfish cracker long past it's thirty-second rule expiration, then returning to the bathroom mumbling incoherently about the siblings and baseball bats made of actual wood and fat lips and by God we liked it that way! So, in the interests of averting this frightful scene, I shall, instead, dedicate this post to things which are awesome and give me some small hope for the future of the world.

The man who brought us the infamous Hall of Douchebags has a blog!. This is cause for rejoicing people, so rejoice already!

You're The Man Now Dog presents Breakup Letter, A Dramatic Reading. (Thank you Dorothy!) Turn on your speakers.

Keep them on for this old classic: Rather Good kittens get down like that. Something that never fails to make me bop around my house like a jackass.

Go, check out VAST, it will make me happy, it'll make you happy.


Rock out with a cello!


And to bring it down a little, some Grant Lee Buffalo:


That's all I've got for today, I'm afraid.