May 27, 2006
NOW IT'S DARK
I am told the blogosphere is restive. Unsettled. Costive. You know how in those Tarzan movies Bwana Don hovers over the campfire, cradling his elephant gun, and mutters "It's quiet." And Sahib says "Yeah. Too quiet."
Same thing in a western. The colonel hovers over the campfire, and says "It's quiet. Too quiet."
Because, you know, if you aren't hearing drums, or ululations, or espying smoke signals, then that means the fucking savages are about to attack, right? They don't play fair. That's why they're savages. They want to sneak in in the middle of the night with their stone aged spears and arrows and remove your entrails, your superior firepower notwithstanding. Rumour insists they eat them, too.
That's the vibe I feel. Why? I have no idea. I would like to think something is going down. But I wouldn't know. Because I don't even read blogs anymore. Why? Because it's quiet. Too quiet. Because I would rather pound my little toe with a ball peen hammer, that's why. I had to take intravenous Thorazine just to post this. On the brighter side my date with the Colonoscoper, aka Torquemada, has been pushed back to June 13th. So there's that.
You can go read my vitriol and laugh at my infantile attempts at cussitude, if you please.
Posted by: Cythen at May 28, 2006 1:36 AMYou are about to be indicted by the federal government. It is quiet because everyone you know has been subpoenaed to testify before the grand jury and then forbidden to say anything about it.
Flee. Flee to Mexico. Alternatively, join the Red Hat society so you'll have some jurors on your side. You never hear about Red Hatters getting convicted, do you?
Comcast cut off my service by mistake for four days. Or maybe it was no mistake at all...
Posted by: rankin' rob at May 28, 2006 12:46 PMV-man you're making me nervous. Something's up, that's for sure. I feel like critters before an earthquake myself. Weeks? Months? I'm not sure when, but it's like there's a tidal wave building somewhere offshore, racing along silently, invisibly toward the coast.
Either that or it's the Red Hatters under your windowsill.
Posted by: Desert Cat at May 31, 2006 12:15 AMI will be glad when it busts loose. I am so tired of looking over my shoulder. If I could only swivel my head like Linda Blair.
Posted by: Titan Mk6B at June 2, 2006 10:42 AM