Motley Moose – Archive

Oh my God, they went there. What is it about you Wolf that makes me want to hit my head against the wall.

Does Bill O realize how awful he actually looks on TV?

Watch Lil O’Reilly expouse on contemporary issues.

Watch lil O’ bash Barney Frank..

Bill O can now safely retire, his replacement has arrived..

Got Google?  Does your version auto-populate when you start typing into the search box, like mine?

Good.  Try this:

Go to Google, and type in the words:  “how do”

I’m back to writing…

in my mysterious and sexy way.

Let’s do this!

Sponsored by the MM :

and hope …

I’m in love.

A self medicated Spaceman Spiff says :

“Speedy” is a stupid word for “fast”, as is “lengthy” for “long” etc.  Slow is a speed too, short is a length too, you get it.

A really self medicated Spaceman Spiff says:

Be wary of hypotension (low blood pressure) when sitting or lying down for a long time while smoking up on an empty stomach. Marijuana dilates your veins (relaxes them, if you will), and an empty stomach exacerbates this. Why? Because your metabolism is focusing solely on processing the THC and other cannabinoids, and therefore processes it a WHOLE LOT FASTER than if you were digesting some food as well. So, yeah, it hits ya hard.

A really, really self medicated Spaceman Spiff says:

Have you ever noticed how nothing in the “Humpty Dumpty” nursery rhyme implies that Humpty is in fact an egg?

A really, really, really self medicated Spaceman Spiff says:

I actually believed that there were real people running around that looked like The Hamburgler robbing peoples houses. There’s no point to that story, it’s just a story.

More after the trip.

So I am going to try to emulate someone’s style for this post.  

I must switch styles tonight based on the massive amount of pharm swirling through my system.

I’ve been wanting to post a diary here at The Moose for some while now, but have found myself ridiculously busy with work, life, and all the general ad naseum that come along with such things.  Most notable among my preoccupations is the pending addition to our little tribe.

So I just officially got the ban hammer at the mediocre Blue.  I am certain it was from the “always correct one” as I insulted him extremely hard here:

http://www.mydd.com/comments/2…

Though to my credit Jerome was saying someone was mentally ill and that isn’t cool by any means.

So I am swamped like usual and my coordinator is expecting me to be a genius in calculating changes in conductance, I hate my life and am taking an hour break.

This is not like SmS’s Epic diary, but is a means for me to be happy

Do you ever have those moments when you’re insanely curious about something….

but at the same time amazingly frightened to find out the reason behind it ?

(pssssssssssttttt ….you might be a loser)

I’m not going on some philosophical binge here.

I’m thinking of it in the blog sense.

Why can’t I walk away from the computer?

Am I that big of a blog nerd ?  

Ed:This was part of my epic (and long) openthready last night so I switched it up a bit and present it as a stand alone diary. Extreme snark. It is The Lounge after all.

       I find bigots to be fascinating in a pity teh engels kind of way. Here at the Moose I got in contact with a professional douchebag ( code name : Rumpel Stiltskin) to help explain all of his dagnab new world views to us, unfortunately, dude was maimed while working in the salt mines (don’t worry, he is an orphan AND a widower), so in lieu of this I have personally set out to understand the world of lunatic fringe mindset by myself (or anybody else who wants to join me) in this most epic and excellent adventure.  

This is where I’m at right now.

Edit: Switched the openthread format and it looks more like a diary now. Will repost other part in new diary when I get back.

I have returned for another round of writing in my mysterious, sexy way. For the next several paragraphs you will not want for acerbic, somewhat disjointed ranting. As irrelevant and “nada de” p.c. as ever. As I type the beautiful melodic screams of my tortured minions wail to the beat of a euro trash techno beat that plays in the distance.

WHAT THE FUCK?

That just isn’t my style, I do the illiterate and bad grammarr theeng better than every one hear and I’m sticking to the script.

I do blog in my sexy and mysterious way though.  You can’ take that away from me! EVER!

Buffer up and play while you read!