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...
One of our favorite female blogger/readers had some comments that made me laugh out loud. Really. I know “LOL” is a lie 99% of the time, but this time it was true; ask my kid, he was worried I was going to have a stroke. It’s from where we go to get our ribald lagniappes of jolly smut.
My favorite male chauvinist pig in the whole world has a couple of fine entries posted. This deserves some attention, but the prolific bastard’s loaded umpteen entries since this morning and I don’t have the patience to dig through his trough for the other one I liked. He deserves a full visit on general principal, though.
This is how I visualize MKFreeburg when I’m reading him… all hot and nasty. I want to smack and kiss him in the same breath, even though he’s totally in love with the mighty fine Miss Cassy and not me.
Ah, I’m fond of you both, Daphne. I might mirror more of Cassy’s work because she spends more space & time trashing the feminists, which appeals to my puerile interests.
My heart belongs to another, though, and she isn’t even online anywhere.
Regarding this young fellow I’m supposed to resemble: He does seem to have the post-reveille pre-shower blogging attire down pat, but there the similarity ends and this exercise regimen in which he appears to be engaged doesn’t reflect me either. I’m more of a lift-beer-bottle-to-lips kinda guy, and truth be told, the physique might reflect that somewhat.
Why the burst lately? We just got the broadband compny to get their act in gear and now we’re taking advantage of the improved performance.
There’s pictures of me to upload, but they’re all on the local drive of the desktop in the other room. Perhaps that’s for the best. Don’t want to give Mr. Beckham a complex…
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