How’s that for a post title?
So remember Chris‘s post about her fake review-inator (it’s brilliant…if you missed it, go read it)? Well, hidden at the end is a video (if you missed it the first time, like me, go watch it). Last week on twitter some of us ended up having a virtual party on a boat (you know how twitter is) and that was our theme song. Except, you know me…I had to mess around with the lyrics. Thing is though, I didn’t mess with them too much and I’m trying to figure out if and when I’ll actually post the song. Which is strange, because I’ve never censored myself before (obviously, given the title of this post). Except the song has 14 (if I counted right) fucks in it. Is there such a thing as too many? Or, you know, once the first one is out there, who cares?
Moving on. (You know I’m gonna post the damn song, right? This was just a warning so when you stumble across the 14 fucks they won’t come as a complete surprise. Also…if your name is Andi, Princess Clown Nose (who is a party crasher, but there are clowns!), Care, mamashepp, Trish, or Kathy, you might want to be prepared to sing, because you each get your own verse. You can thank me later. And…any takers for T-Pain? I promise there are no mermaids in my version.)
Now I’m really moving on.
Hamburger went to Costa Rica on a surf trip. You may have heard they had a 7.6 earthquake there the other day? That’s okay, though. HB was in the water and didn’t feel a thing. I swear this man is why I have grey hair.
I’ve decided that September and October need to be four months long. So much to do! IT-along, Dueling Monsters, R.I.P., the readathon, Banned Books Week, Bloggiesta, BBAW (and forgive the lack of links…I’m way too lazy…but I’ll send you over to Trish, who does have links…just ignore whatever she says about Hannibal. You know you love Patrick the best. Hannibal is nothing but a cannibal.). There will also be Vegas and Booktopia.
I thought that while HB was gone I’d make some serious headway in reading and blogging, but that hasn’t happened. I do, however, have a very clean house, a car that will soon have new brakes, a replacement dryer on the way (the old one had to up and quit), muffins in the freezer, a trip to Fresno to take for work (whoop-de-doo) and I can say I’ve eaten bison, thanks to dinner at my mom’s house. Kinda makes that 7.6 earthquake sound appealing.