Where's your part in this whole operation? I give and I give and I give...
sob.
Sometimes it seems like... its just me blogging here. Just me pondering Silver Age Superman's relationship with his latest publishing venture... just me espousing the virtues of Frankenstein... or searching for semi-tasteful shots of pin-ups girls in holiday themes...
I don't know. I just don't know anymore.
Well, ENJOY! Enjoy this post. I hope you're happy, Mr. "Oh, look at me reading this blog!" fancy-pants.
I'm nowhere ready for blogicide, but I'm a bit burnt out at the moment, Signal Corps. Give me a few days to recoup. Forget that my efforts are being hurled into a bottomless chasm of meaninglessness, and maybe... just maybe... we'll be back at normal operating speed come Monday.
Here's a large goat. How do goats even get this big?
What do they eat at that size? Meat? Where do they live? This looks like the Alps.
I really don't know much about goats that I didn't learn in a cartoon.
Today I was in a library at a medical school, and they literally have a room just full of rubber models of body parts, and nobody thought this was amazing or funny.
I think I've hit one of those periods I find myself in every so often where I realize I'm just spending too much time online for reasons I can't put my finger on, and its time to crank it back down.
You're all terrific people and goats, but... I have no idea what I'm doing here this evening.
We'll have a quiet weekend, and maybe we'll see you on Monday.
4 comments:
Keep on keepin' on. I hope you are the largest goat at my gig tonight!
Ryan, you don't have to blog everyday so no worries.
I've told you about my dream to retire and become a goat/pig farmer, right? It's going to be a regular Green Acres.
No problemo. Take the weekend. I took a couple of days of this week too. I filled that free time eating tacos and drinking ungodly amounts of coffee.
Alberto Ramirez Jr.
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