Wasn't up for any blogging at all today. Ok, so this is an entry in one of my blogs and I posted it today, but you know what I meant. Try not to be so difficult.

Also, as far as I'm concerned, there'll be no further grablogging. (That's 'graphical blogging', folks). I'm a word guy. Not of pure breed, but I definitely lean towards the textual arts more so than the visual ones. So in the future, when words fail me utterly (i.e. I find myself unable to verbally harrass), I'll be staying far away from Blogger's publish button. Or I'll just renege on this pledge and return to lone IMG tags. Like whatever direction I choose to go is all that important.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to decide if being the only Internet resource for "online simulated sex" is as a good as it sounds. Although it can't be any worse than being the #1 resource for Shuttle Columbia in numerology.

[Edit from the near future: And then it was #2. No one is on top forever; hence the slow, expected Google creep down begins.]

 

(Grabbed very, very quickly from The Fabulous Mint 400 - after I finally saw it...)

 

 

 

(Flushed out of riley dog)

 

 
For some reason the absurdities of the world have recently been coming at me in images, not textual form (which really trashed my opportunity at commentary this week). Hence, for the next few days expect wordless guff from me. But not that good, Zen-like kind.

 
Does it ever feel like you're screaming at the top of your lungs in the middle of a restaurant, and all you get from the other patrons is the occasional glance to see what's the matter?

Now, have you ever actually screamed at the top of your lungs in the middle of a restaurant? I highly recommend it.

 
My Monday allotment of funny went into today's Blurried Musings post. Otherwise, the world keeps turning.

 
I'm off to shovel snow. Damn you, Winter!

(No, not this Winter. Though it's close.)