Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Dammit, Dammit, Sonofabitch.

This blog has no good reason for its existence, yet it exists. Or does it? If I post stuff on a blog and nobody reads it, does it make a sound, even if it doesn't fall in the forest?

Whatever.

I was trying to put up some new links to people's blogs and I see my Blogroll has died. Again. Some days the "Circle of Conspiritors" works, and other days it's a big negatory. So I have to rummage around to find all the links again and probably move them to my regular links pile.

Dammit, dammit, sonofabitch.