Pay it forward: by way of a recommendation from Stavros the Wonder Chicken, I dropped in to read Skot's blog, the fetchingly entitled Izzle Pfaff!
Skot is funny. So funny that I think I should give up trying to be funny, as should many others. And it's accessible too, meaning that I can read the thing in one pass and not have to squint and frown and screw up my forehead.
A sample, hopefully representative:
Well, the wedding is less than two months away, so I'd better give fair warning that the entries here might get a little more sparse. I mean, we've got everything more or less under control, but of course there are more and more little shitheaps to trip over along the way. Holy shit, we've got to get a marriage license! Also, a banquet license so our friends can drink! Definitely a banquet license so we can drink! (Thoughtful pause.) JESUS CHRIST! Do you realize how much people are going to drink?!
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Tomorrow we go to meet with the nice 'n' clenched mansion people to talk about meal options (my votes for corn dogs and fries have been loudly shouted down)
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I have never written a check this big. I've never bought a house; my car cost $450; and my student loans are paid whenever the jar of pennies fills up. So it's a big deal for me, especially since I'm handing it over to people who, while again, are very nice, seem on occasion to be made of extruded plastic.
And you know, for extruded plastic animated entities, they sure have a lot of snitty fucking rules (not that I am conversant with other lilac-scented, money-snatching plastigolems, but I'm just saying).
"Plastigolems!" Why didn't I think of that one?
11:29:30 PM 
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