Saturday Night Post

the headline writer's strike continues.....

so anyway, I had planned on installing new brake pads / shoes on the (Babe Magnet) WindStar today, but life intervened. Then, I was going to (politely) spam up the comments at my fellow worker-bee's new blog, but he figured out how to dis-able comments before I could add my Christmas List to the mix.

On top of that, my other fellow worker-bee / fellow blogger posted the gay-est (NTTAWWT) post in his career (it's OK, he's gay; that's what his blog is about) and I can't even begin to imagine what comment I'd leave over there.

I'd paraphrase Merle Haggard's "Misery and Gin" here, but I can't think of a word that rhymes with "cheap vodka".

I've started a minor siht-storm over at my other blog, and I have someone named "Anonymous" busting my chops calling me a "chicken hawk" (guilty as charged, Your Honor. Given your definition, like I really care) and a real-deal (ex-military) FSO politely telling me to put up or shut up. The FSO's blog has been added to the BlogRoll at the other blog, "Anonymous" not so much.

I'll take "Shut Up" for $1000, Alex. I'll strive to make my posts intended to fall in the "Humor" category like, you know, actually humorous.

Sing along with me, children: Late, tired...