Sex With Monkeys
That headline is primarily just to get your attention; maybe it will draw some perverse souls plugging bizarre search terms into Google on this fine New Year's Eve - if there's anybody like that in the crowd, know now that I have no pictures of or stories about sex with monkeys. It's a cruel joke and you need help. Call 1-800-Ape-Lovr.
Yes, it has been eons since the Motherbox was updated. I toyed with the idea of a new blog, but why? It was largely a symbolic idea and ultimately doomed to failure. This has been a strange year for the Mole: amidst medical and legal issues, such things as blogs seemed cumbersome at times, primarily from the notion that few if any were reading. But now, with a new year beginning, I thought I would again give it a try. While the world is still an ugly, violent place full of deviants (who probably have had sex with monkeys), there are signs of hope hyar and thar, as Eric Cartman says. The Democrats taking back the Congress (come on Senator Johnson!!!!) and only two years till evil pseudo-president "Shrub" Bushmeister is ousted from his comfy chair.
Watching the proceedings surrounding Gerald Ford's funeral, I am struck by the number of times people almost wistfully talk about Mr. Ford's gentlemanliness, his willingness to compromise, his moderation, his sense of fair play and getting the job done. A guy who never wanted to be President, he wanted to be speaker of the house. I think one of the rules for being president should be that you never wanted to be president. Vote for the person who seems most qualified and least interested, instead of the other way around. What a wonderful world it would be.
So, anyway, the Mole will come back out into the light, and give it a shot. Wake up the old Motherbox and give her a run around the park. My goal is to post daily, if not more often, and make this a compendium of the many things that catch my easily distracted interest. Occasionally I'll rant, but thats what the blogosphere is for, right?
Anywho. Peace in our time. And if anybody has any good ideas for unclogging a tub drain that dont involve a plumber, nows the time to speak up.
Yes, it has been eons since the Motherbox was updated. I toyed with the idea of a new blog, but why? It was largely a symbolic idea and ultimately doomed to failure. This has been a strange year for the Mole: amidst medical and legal issues, such things as blogs seemed cumbersome at times, primarily from the notion that few if any were reading. But now, with a new year beginning, I thought I would again give it a try. While the world is still an ugly, violent place full of deviants (who probably have had sex with monkeys), there are signs of hope hyar and thar, as Eric Cartman says. The Democrats taking back the Congress (come on Senator Johnson!!!!) and only two years till evil pseudo-president "Shrub" Bushmeister is ousted from his comfy chair.
Watching the proceedings surrounding Gerald Ford's funeral, I am struck by the number of times people almost wistfully talk about Mr. Ford's gentlemanliness, his willingness to compromise, his moderation, his sense of fair play and getting the job done. A guy who never wanted to be President, he wanted to be speaker of the house. I think one of the rules for being president should be that you never wanted to be president. Vote for the person who seems most qualified and least interested, instead of the other way around. What a wonderful world it would be.
So, anyway, the Mole will come back out into the light, and give it a shot. Wake up the old Motherbox and give her a run around the park. My goal is to post daily, if not more often, and make this a compendium of the many things that catch my easily distracted interest. Occasionally I'll rant, but thats what the blogosphere is for, right?
Anywho. Peace in our time. And if anybody has any good ideas for unclogging a tub drain that dont involve a plumber, nows the time to speak up.
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