–You know, people dog on Wikipedia, but where else can you find an explanation for the Ding Dong/Ring Ding/King Don situation?
–Also, would it be too nerdy to start referring to things that happened in April and before as antediluvian?
–I should ask JR for a ruling on the antediluvian question…
–…when JR is done making me out to be some kind of blogging Jekyll and Hyde. Or Heckle and Jeckle. Which ever.
–Rumor is that the Wamp campaign is doing some advance opposition research on bloggers. I can’t help but hope that they will stop by the house, hang out in the hammocks, pet the dog, and maybe have a beer or two. I mean, let’s just be frank. There’s already something ludicrous and hilarious about gubernatorial candidates worried about liberal bloggers. I mean, everyone already knows Wamp and John Rich are two peas in a pod. How can it get any worse?! What more than that are they afraid liberal bloggers will find out about? But they should come by anyway. Shoot, they can help with the weeding, if they want. Come on over, Wamp politicos. I’ll hang out with you in my back yard.
–Unless I don’t warrant opposition research being done on me, in which case, don’t even bother to try to drink my beer, assholes.
–Ron Ramsey’s boots. Okay, let’s be honest. Once you’ve got special boots you wear in case of emergency, aren’t you literally just some colored long-johns and a cape away from trying to pass yourself off as a superhero? We should all chip in and buy Ramsey a cape.
–Heh, I’m in a kind of overly tired, giddy mood. I had this weird nightmare dream that we were at my great-grandma’s house, which for some reason, we had all just inherited (though it wasn’t actually her house). And it had these scary, ricketty stairs up to the attic and the second floor had a door that opened up onto a balcony created by the roof of the Florida room, but it was somehow also into a slight hill. So, on the roof, there were all these graves. And the graves closer to the hill were normal, old graves with big old stone grave markers. But the graves closer to the front of the house were mounded up with a dirt ring on top of the mound and in the ring were huge, old mirrors.
And there was a historical marker, but I couldn’t read it.
Those big old mirrors, face up to the sky, just freaked me the fuck out.