Today is, like, day five of Firedoglake Held Hostage as they attempt to shrug off the shackles of blogspot who tempted all of us to sail away with them to a place where there:
Ainâ€™t no lions or tigers-ainâ€™t no mamba snake
Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake
I’ve been contemplating making the move too, but when I see Jane & Co struggling like Bob Dole trying to make a movement after a pound of cheese, I start liking blogger just a bit more.
In the meantime I’m back from Santa Barbara after a weekend of eating, looking at million dollar homes, and
hot monkey love reaffirming my undying love with my soulmate. (She just loves these posts). On the homefront it is day four of Beckham Held Hostage By The people Who Cut His Balls Off while Satchmo is remembering once again what it was like to be an only child. Today he asked for a pony.
Kids, these days. I’m tellin’ ya…