Wrinklebox

Wrinklebox
Originally uploaded by continuityblunder

Lets see here, I'm out of the IMBC but it's not all bad, hjo3 is out, so is beef and logan. So we don't feel all that bad but I would like to have more of a macho excuse than my gnarled hobbit fingers don't lend themselves to using a laptop, let's explain. Heather and I were out late paining the town red, and by the town I mean the local park by painting I mean swinging on monkey jungle gym things. So we were showing this group of young punks just how we kicked it on the swing set back in our day. And one thing lead to another, wouldn't ya know it I got served, not to be confused with getting rapped at like what happened to me and hjo3 at the car wash that fatfull day, no sir they danced, danced a horrible dance of pelvic gyrations and leg swinging. It was a wicked sinful dance, surly inspired by the dope. Shamed by the obvious superiority of the hoodlums dance talent my significant heather and I slinked off back to her habitation.

So when we arrived at the house of Freeman it was late in the eavening already close to twenty three hours, never the less yours truly trudged through a masterful little read about the socio-economic implications of hellokitty and co. Late in the hour it was when we completed our blog post entry, close to the witching hour in fact, a modest hand full of moments separated me from complete disqualification from the contest of blogging. I paused for a moment to word count, I was quite confident in my completion of the three hundered word minimum, but remembering disqualifications for being as few as five or something words under it pays to be careful. Just as the text was highlighted, my hobbit fingers hit one of the hair trigger switches and nobbs on the near transhuman age laptop I was borrowing from my best girl. And then just like that the text was gone, vanished from the electronic plain impossible to recover though mundane means. I tryed everything, paste = nothing. Undo = nothing. The auto save had already saved the pasted text, which was like a url or something I don't know, long story short. i was all pissed and through a tantrum. And well you know the rest,, but hey it wasn't completely out of apathy, it was incompetence...which is kinda worse. ya know what I take it back, I just didn't feel like blogging, yeah that's right, I was bussy with like stuff and things and also dancing.

Oh yeah I got a package from the interwebbs the other day, it's pictured above. The tape used to hold it together was simply covered in wrinkles that made my toes curl. Needless to say we shant ever do business with that particular mercant again.

Rock!