Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The inexorable drone of existence continues unabated, or, how 'bout that local sports team?

I'm sure some fools patriots interested parties Democrats Republicans independents soccer moms NASCAR dads whatever the talking hairpieces' unwashed mass flavor of the week is C-Span junkies heroin junkies Soviet satellite aficionados

Gasp! I knew it!

anarchists the unemployable angry loners drunks masochists watched The State™ last night & since I already explained my view on the subject & being thoroughly unprofessional &/or not a supervillain & we've already burned through 3,447 importantly pivoting critical moments in our long national pirouette I'm sure this 3,448th is the Gozerian key, bonne chance, suckers.
Slow ride, take it easy, th'eternall Glasse awaits ye.  

Oh, the local sports team(s) suck(s). But, like the above, you knew that.

Oh, P.S., help a fellow traveler out, the internets must be swankified.


MRMacrum said...

Not sure what to say except that I didn't see the same thing last night you didn't see. And is that eternal Glasse that awaits me half full or just full of ice?

Demeur said...

Me thinks that was an empty glass from China complete with lead decals Crum.
Psychosis runs rampant in this country these days.

Tengrain said...

Graves, you swine!

The glass was filthy, but it was half full of vermouth.



Randal Graves said...

mrmacrum, if you were truly bipartisan, you'd be in favor of scotch on the rocks.

demeur, scotch, lead.

tengrain, you're such an Old European.

S.W. Anderson said...

You've got a point, Randal. We never seem to run short of importantly pivoting critical moments. I think it has something to do with a surfeit of obsessive-compulsive achievers.

Anonymous said...

Yellow-Kid Weil for God-Emperor!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I didn't watch, although I did follow and somewhat participate in the Wonkette foolishness that accompanied the SOTU and the teabagger SOTU by Michele Bachmann.

Tom Harper said...

But this year the SOTU soiree had three professional villains instead of the usual two.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I suppose you could say Crazy Shelley is a professional, since she's getting a Congresscritter's salary.

The performance was strictly amateur hour. Or "first day of improv class".

Susan Tiner said...

Tell your friend to cut up that sheet into pieces, then line the text up in the same orientation on a scanner, then feed the scan to some OCR software. Unless he was just kidding.

Chef Cthulhu said...


susan said...

I didn't see it. When you have to pedal for 2 hours to build up enough power for ten minutes of tv it's best to be choosy. Still, it's strange all anybody remembers is a fish joke.

Beach Bum said...

Like I wrote over at Crum's place recently, Tierra del Fuego is the place to take refuge from the very psychosis Demur mentioned.

When we finally have the last of our "critical moments" and the country does it version of Three Mile Island, Fuego is well away from the societal meltdown but has cable and home pizza delivery.

Randal Graves said...

SWA, no time to comment, I'm off to win the future!

charles, we all live in a yellow swindling
a yellow swindling
a yellow swindling

if, instead of this hot air call & response crap, steel cage match.

susan t, I believe he was serious, but that's pretty labor intensive & would cut into valuable surf time.

chef, what do you do when you come to a spork in the road?

susan, I think we'd be taken more seriously as a nation if our new nation anthem was Fish Heads.

BB, cable for football & pizza? C'mon apocalypse!