Monday, June 30, 2008

My Abbreviated Presence

Got back from some R&R, during which I administered a little CPR to my WIP that’s been DOA since Jan/Feb. Add some increased BS at work, and the available blogging tick-tocks have dwindled to nil. QED. So I’m going OTG for the time being.

I’ll probably throw up the occasional post, but it’ll be at a Wonderwood-like frequency. (That guy’s always right, BTW.) So don’t think of me as AWOL or MIA. It’s more like I’m LOLing in the dark.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Whoa! He's On Vacation And He STILL Found Time To Plug This New Blog? That's Dedication.

Check it out. A brand spanking new book roasting/review blog by the same people who brought you... some other blogs... and stuff.

And hey, there's prizes! So go! Go now!

Friday, June 13, 2008

Signs Of The Apocalypse #1

I see a lot of these. Crystal clear markers that the end is nigh. They're everywhere. I figured I'd start cataloging them, so at least I could say I told you so…

Today's sign: Upscale Pringles in a bag!

©2008 P&G

What the hell is going on here? Either you’re sophisticated, or you eat Pringles. Not both. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “All right, Blogless. Clearly Pringles has jumped the shark, but signaling the end of all life as we know it? C’mon.” Well, you can bury your head in the sand if you want to, but my eyes are wide open. You know what happens when you put Pringles in a bag? They break. And any Pringles eater worth their maltodextrin will tell you, the only reason to buy Pringles in the first place is to make the patented Pringles duck face:

And that’s impossible to do with chip shards.

The Pringles people have seen the writing on the wall. They know unusual behavior is the norm when the sand is almost through the hourglass, much like how animals go wacko right before an earthquake. So they’re cashing in while they can. Do you really think their intent is to be taken seriously when one of their other products, the Sour Cream and Onion Pringle, is responsible for producing some of the worst smelling gas in the history of mankind? I think not.

The end is nigh.

Monday, June 2, 2008

My Town… Is It Monday Already?

Once again I've overestimated the number of hours in a day. If I was a comic book villian, I'd be called Imprompt-O; I'd just cackle maniacally and make people late for stuff. My costume would be yesterday's clothes and a Flavor Flav clock necklace with The Riddler's question mark on it.

Anyway, we'll try My Town Monday again next Monday when I've got some time. In the meantime, feel free to share your villianous alter ego.