Read My Lips - the blog

Is it safe to come out, yet?

I'm telling ya'll -- being afflicted with a summer cold saps all the energy out of a person. George, but I don't even know if Terri Schiavo is still "technically" among the living or not. In any real logical sense of the term, she ain't been included in such category for years and years and years already. Ain't that such a sad situation?

In other news, it seems that I have promised to install a Poker Buddies Blogroll on Read My Lips in the very near future. Among the BE poker playing bunch, it seems that where blogs are concerned, I am the Big Dog on the Block. As such, they are all after me, clamoring for a link on my blog. I never heard so much gushing over my being a Large Mammal in a long long time. Of course, that might be because I have been a Large Mammal for a long long time. In fact, I might just be the only Large Mammal who has remained among such ranks on a thoroughly consistent basis without being on the Alliance listing. Being on that list alone probably buys a blogger 50 links. Just how is that war going anyway? Who won: Glenn Reynolds or the IMAO group? I suspect the real winners are those hapless bloggers who jumped several levels in the Blogosphere Ecosystem merely by signing up with the Alliance. I guess I still ought to feel really proud to have been the first declared neutral in that inane blogger war. That's a strange stance for the Blogosphere's most renown Snarky Inaniac™ to take, I know, but that's just the sort of guy I am.

My navel was seeking to join the Navel Naval Alliance,

but found that its lack of status as an independent country* and its similar lack of the requisite fleet of ships** disqualified it from membership. I am sure, if it had a heart, it would be heartbroken. However, it does not take one long to learn that my navel is completely heartless. Otherwise, why would it treat me the way it does? My momma*** always told me to never trust a sailor.**** End of report.

*It is a staunch dependent of any Buddha Belly stupid enough to give it a place to rest.

**It does, however, own a couple of bars of Ivory® bath soap, which floats.

***It was not really my momma. It was Alice the Goon.

****This statement was only made in jest and is no way intended to portray sailors in any worse light than they already deserve. ;)

Posted by Tiger at March 31, 2005 12:23 AM | TrackBack