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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Going to Kansas City.

I'm going to Kansas City tomorrow. They've got toys and cars and people there. It's going to be so great. Have you all gone swimming in the Candy River? Oh it's gorgeous. Like something out of Willy Wonka.
But oh, do you see that thing? It's a giant! The giant is named George Brett. And here is his Superhighway! He used to be a regular, hall-of-fame caliber third basement with hammerRoids. Now he's a giant blood clot in a business suit. He made a restaurant on the Plaza (which is a real place...but not a real time, so good luck getting a seat.). !. .. the rest!Urant is called "Blood Clots on the Plaza". But it's written all in cursive.
Now you can rely on this blog to tell you all you need to know about my glorious hometown or you could do a madlib and put Kansas City in where all the prepositions should be. It doesn't make as much sense as this blog, but what could? The other thing you could do (and there is only one more thing to do) is take a trolley tour of Kansas City. They'll show you the famous "The Day After" house where all the Lawrence, Kansas exteriors were shot in the prequel to "Two Days From Thursday."

So, one of these days, huh?
Yep.
Hey you 10,000 monkeys! Get off of my keyboard!

Anyway, what was I saying? Hmmm. Baseball. No. Football. More likely. But...no. The weather? Where are those monkeys? Now I feel bad about scaring them away.

For those of you just reading my blog for the first time, you haven't missed anything that makes this make sense. You just read an entire blog without any outside context necessary. Feel free to comment on any inaccuracies, annoyances or disturbances caused in said blog entry.
Goodnight.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Back to nonsense.

Back to nonsense.
I just got invite to myspace.com by the lovely Joanna Buese. She's a nicey.
They think I need to blog over there too.
Forget it. I'm feeding pigeons tomorrow. Then the next day I'm washing my hare. My hare is a hare Chrishna. That's like a Hare' Krishna but it's hare's worshipping me because of the way I wash them to avoid blogging in more than one place.
Who wants to fight?
If two of you reply, I can set you guys up against each other.
I finally feel like I've accomplished a short window of "doing nothing" like I promised myself I would. I'm kind of part of some shows that aren't really doing much yet. And I've got some big plans on the horizon. But for right now, nothing except driving a trolley and napping.
Today I went to work with a headache and food on my shirt.
Tomorrow, I'll have a foodhead and a shirtache.
Thursday, I'll have a hotdog and a smile.
Friday, I'll have none.
Saturday, I'll wee-wee
Simdau, I'll come home.
Sunday, I'll say "wow, I don't remember there being a Simdau."

Now who wants to fight?

There you have it.