Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Lovely bloggress blogger-buddy Daphne came by yesterday to talk about breasts and vaginas. Our, uh, Sitemeter traffic perked right up.
What else is exciting in her neck-o-the-woods lately? She’s following in the Kardashians’ footsteps…although, one would hope, perhaps with a tad less drama. Yup, she’s ordered twenty-five chickens.
I’m not sure at this point if that means she has twenty-five chickens. There is a great variety of methods of chicken-death being planned…and suggested…in those parts. The ones that have to do with the food chain, as well as mechanical stuff. Not that the birds have too much of a life expectancy guaranteed…”half acre in suburbia”? Suburbia could mean a lot of different things. Head on out west of Oak Avenue Parkway, and there’s lots of stuff that could be called suburbia that’s fairly lousy with chickens. They seem to be making it just fine. But I’m not sure what kind of suburbia she has. Her confidence in it as a chicken habitat seems to be less than stellar.
Anyway, I like Daphne’s chickens. They look to me like the kind of poultry I could learn to appreciate. Nice and plump. Good with dumplings, peas and carrots.
Hope the experiment turns out differently than T.R.’s legendary exodus.
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