It was a most magical experience. My energy level just went from a level of fury to empty in a matter of seconds. I do not know why. Maybe I just expended too much energy typin' comments in everyone else's blogs. Anyway, I did not do well on the Test the Nation exercise tonight. I had just returned from runnin' an errand to get a bag of dog food, and went by and got that catfish dinner and brought it home and was just gonna sit in front of the tube and relax while I ate that catfish. The TV happened to be tuned to Fox and that program was just beginnin'. I thought it was a silly exercise, but then thought, what the hell, it ain't like I got anythin' better to do just as the test was fixin' to start. I ran in here and typed in testonfox.com to get to the site to take the test online and live with the rest of the country. Lo and behold, I didn't have the right Shockwave plugin installed. So, I thought, OK, let me download the new plugin and I can still likely do alright. Yeah, ever'one else must have been hooked up online takin' that stupid test, 'cause my connect was crud and kept gettin' crudpier. So, I didn't take part. I did, however, splash a little catsup (or ketchup for those of ya'll that prefer that spellin') onto or into my navel. If I had a cat, I guess I could have let my cat lick the catsup out of my navel. I don't suppose that would be classified as an act of bestiality, would it? Just that ponderance ought to be worth a couple of Google hits. ;)
I am tired beyond description and I am gonna go to bed. Tomorrow is Saturday. I might or might now blog 'cause you might or might not read. If history is any indicator, might not seems to be a surer bet than might when it comes to your part. Besides, I still might go to Luckenbach. Let's all go back to Luckenbach, Texas ... with Wille and Waylon's memory and the boys. I might toss back a cold one of two in memory of Waylon and those valiant defenders of the Alamo. Tomorrow is the anniversary of the fall of the Alamo. Remember the Alamo. Rent the John Wayne version. End of report.
Posted by notGeorge at March 5, 2004 11:35 PM