Okay. Once upon a time, I made a blarf post full of Completely True* Facts about Micky Dolenz. These facts were all recorded by me and my fellow historian, Rev. Back It On Up of Simian Idiot, as well as a couple of guest historians. But the thing is, these facts weren’t so much “facts” as they were “shit that was fucking funny as hell and probably not very factual, OBVIOUSLY.” People blew their goddamn lids, because apparently MD didn’t invent the internet, nor is he my grandmother. Huh. Learn something new, etc. Continue reading i’m sorry i said some things one time whatever
Category Archives: questionable
what fresh hell…?
Wow. Looking at yesterday’s blorg, what happened there? What a hot mess. Two pictures in one post?! So atypical. Well, anyhow. Thanks to everyone who read it, and I’m sorry I wasn’t exactly coherent. I’d especially like to apologize to my followers, which…thanks for following me in the first place. I’m glad you are here. Frankly, I’m SURPRISED you’re here, because I have what’s known in the medical community as a crippling case of self-doubt, low esteem, and a general disbelief in the fact that some people might actually LIKE me. But not LIKE LIKE me. Not like that. Noooooo way. So anyhow, um, thanks! Enjoy the stay.
Now, on with today’s blerg! Continue reading what fresh hell…?
huh…hiiiii
(pictured: my patronus)
Hey everybody! So today was a day. When I went to work today, I was all like FUCK YO’ WORK hardcore. I started searching for new jobs AT WORK. Uh, that’s not good. I was doing it on my phone, though, so it’s not like I was using company resources or anything, except their time, but whatever. I was especially not happy about this thing where we have to come in early every Friday for sales training; that whole thing can take a flying fuck at the mooooooooon! But what are we gonna do now? Continue reading huh…hiiiii
and we’re back!
Wow. I am a bad blorger. The last time I posted a blerg was…<checks>…50 MILLION YEARS AGO?! Oh dear. I must rectify that.
I was going to make an epic post about the vacation I had this spring/summer/whenever it was it’s been so long ago I actually forgot, but then I realized that keeping it to myself is the best part. Besides, anyone who is going to read about it was either there and thus experienced it alongside me, or wasn’t there but would be so jealous that they would throttle me through their computer screens. I can’t be taking those kinds of chances with my life. Continue reading and we’re back!
vacation
I thought I would have a more clever name for this post, but once I got to “vacation,” my eyes glazed over and I kind of lost track of what time it was. Vacaaaaaaaaaaaation. What a great word. Especially when it’s drawn out like that with all them extra a’s in there. Continue reading vacation
bring it on, “people”
If there’s one thing I like, it’s unnecessary quotation marks. One time I went to a restaurant where they served big, soft “rolls.” Like what the fuck’s that even mean? Continue reading bring it on, “people”
facts about: micky dolenz
[part one in maybe an ongoing series of facts about people or things, or maybe just a one part series, or who knows]
If you know me at all, you know that I am a Smart Person Who Knows Things About History and People. There are scant few of us SPWKTAHPs out there; in fact, I really only know one: Simian Idiot, a.k.a. Rev. Back It On Up 13, a.k.a. The Big Boss of This Area, a.k.a. Diana. We used to lay down all kinds of True Facts and Historical Knowledge all the time on a newsgroup called [REDACTED], but it’s been a while since we schooled people with Truth. Continue reading facts about: micky dolenz
no thanks for the memories, pt. 1
Sometimes my stupid brain dredges up shit that I wish would stay gone forever. I hate you, brain! Stupid brain! This time it’s the time the high school flag corps was tagged after football season to join up with some girls from another school to form a dance team.
Does any of this make sense to you, people who know me now? Because I’m bewildered and I was there. Continue reading no thanks for the memories, pt. 1
i am a bad person
Well, okay. I am not exactly a bad person. I’m not shabby. I have acceptable personal hygiene. But apparently, I am no good at writing regularly. I think the last thing I posted was six years ago? Something like that.
What now. Things have been happening. Life, y’know. It does its thing. Go to a rock show, eat a couple burgers, have a panic attack. THE USUAL. Nothing to see here, ma’am, move along. Continue reading i am a bad person
why i hate hi-definition
High-definition is not a new thing. It’s been around for a few years now. But I hate it. I think it’s stupid. It’s awful, and it’s making me feel old and crabby. And here is why. Continue reading why i hate hi-definition
bemused + nonplussed 