As for me,
I like the night life, I like to boogie,
and I like to watch “My Name is Earl”,
which comes on at midnight,
and there are two episodes,
so how can I possibly go to bed early?
I must admit, I have quite a
crush on Joy, Earl’s ex-wife,
but she’s trouble so I am
considering moving my crush
to the Spanish stripper/maid
who’s name I can’t remember
right now, but I really like her.
that’s her name.
I just don’t know.
Everybody seems kind of grumpy,
I’m not grumpy,
I’m in a pretty good mood.
I like the blogs,
but I am finding it
hard to navigate them.
It’s kind of like wandering
around an apartment
complex without numbers
on the doors.
So if you have a favorite,
or have seen something
cool, come on and give me
a hot tip on what to read.
As a scientifical chick, it is my job to ask questions.
Asking questions is the route to finding an answer.
It is a way to gain understanding, insight and common ground.
If you are a laboratory mouse, this can often feel like an interrogation,
though our goal was simply to understand why box A’s cheese was
repeatedly better than box B’s, whilst under the influence of caffeine
and listening to infrasonic soundwaves.
I soon came to question the importance of asking that particular question,
especially as the mouse was having difficulty with the communication
touch pad we rigged up in the lab. The research centre questioned my
dedication to the advances of scientifical stuff, which led me to query my
career path in cross examining creatures out of nothing but curiosity.
Questions, questions, questions.
There is often a time to sit back and simply accept.
Seems like John Edwards
and a bunch of other politicians
are trying just a little too hard.
weren’t you just bitching about
other people posting retreaded
Yeah, but my mom called
me with this joke and told
me to post it to my blog.
I had a babysitter when I was a kid.
She was kind of a hippie type girl,
that really pissed me off to be honest.
she had nice boobs,
long brown hair,
and a really sweet ass,
so I was able to get past the hippie thing.
She used to heat up coke bottles,
and stretch them out into
I used to dream of being Batman,
and she was Cat Woman,
so I was doing her.
Which really explains everything to me.
I’m reading around blogs today,
and there are a lot of angry people
up on their soap boxes.
Bitching about religion, politicians,
public figures, and everything in
So up I jump on my soapbox now.
Damn it folk,
I don’t want to hear your retreaded
news article that you cut and pasted
from yahoo news or the associated press,
I want to hear about you.
The power of blogging is to tell your story,
you don’t have to give me your name,
or location, or any specific details,
I think the stories of real people are
infinitely more interesting than stories
about celebrities, or public figures,
which are probably so distorted and
skewed after they have been spun
and interpreted and reinterpreted
that they bear little resemblance
to the truth.
that’s just how I feel,
you may think otherwise.