Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Prometheus Southbound. It's very cold in Chicago, this morning. Many fires are banked and lodges are dark because everybody's gone to moon over by Miami there tracking the elusive Bowlringed Bears. Who's minding the store? Me. Hugh Housebounder and loving it...Like I said, it's cold. I'm not feeling so well, anyhow. Regurging this disgusting missive  by Gary Kamiya, I read in Salon last night. It's too long, soaked in bathos and pretension and pretty much the same shit we bloggers get from everybody in the buggy whip media. I spent a lot of time and money at Salon once...it was like; Hey readers! Look what's new from Scotty Rosenberg's Shuffling Crew. Yo' reader bears! Sniff ! On our airs, we write, beacuse we're too fucking lazy to take the stairs, so Rapunzel, Rapunzel! Let down your hairs. We don't take shit  from mere reader bears. Sad really, they had such promise. Gun shy now, they don't even host blogs anymore. So now it's letters only, no mere commentary allowed, such things have been deemed uncivil. Now, I guess the blogoshere should collapse, I have had an elaborate seppku ritual in rehersal stages for years, but I got this BIG television for Christmas. That said, your comments are always welcome at Tim Finnegan's Blog. 8:49:37 AM    comment