PWI: The Act Of Posting While Intoxicated

First off, let me say that this posting is gonna completely suck. Why? Well, I've got the television on in the next room and though any idiot can look outside or better yet - step outside ya lazy bums - and see that Dallas is gonna get socked with HELLO, winter weather, these TV people won't shut the F up about it! Admittedly, Dallasites are fairweather folks, but get a frickin grip, peeps. Does the local meteorologist have to break in every 90 seconds to tell us it's raining and getting colder? Did I mention this is January? I swear, people are hitting the grocery stores like nuclear winter is fast approaching.....and this is newsworthy on a non-workday-eve, why? Whatevs. But the whole reason I'm ranting here is because I'm too blase' on this thing to get my fanny outta my chair to walk the 15.2 feet to hit the remote to see what else is on or better yet, turn on some tunes. Yeah, I'm a little snippy tonight. CruiserDog refuses to potty outside in this weather, so I've got a present to pick up in the living room and I'm dreading the extra "cookies" I gave him earlier today.

In the meantime, I have been surfin' my favorite blogs (and hitting some of your links to others, as well) and having a good time feeding my growing addiction. Damn, there are some funny folks out there in blogland! Kudos to most of y'all, my dear friends.

I have come to a conclusion about bloggers. I should add this is a very general conclusion, as I don't want a bunch of angry comments, cuz frankly, I do know how to scroll down and completely skip your sorry butts. My lawyers told me I had to say that. Their words, not my own.

After reading at least 2 blog entries on perhaps 50 blogs over the past 24 hours, (okay, two hours. shut up.) I have come to the very general conclusion that bloggers are drunks and insomniacs. We also either get way too much sex or not enough. And some of us love to talk about our bathroom habits. Or those of others. And we completely crack ourselves up. Alot.

If there was a way to lump all blogs (not just blogger brand blogs) (and I'm sure there is, but like I said, I'm too blase' tonight) into a big ole search engine, what do you suppose would be the most blogged words? I would say it's a five-way tie between "poop," "vodka," "wine," "penis," and "vagina." Am I wrong, people? I really don't know why I'm even writing this, but I've been drinking tonight (oddly enough, not vodka) and I just wanted to see what it felt like typing "vagina" myself. Freeing, I must say.

I must give props to those bloggers who are advanced in their art. You know the ones: those who post everyfrigginday and those who have video and audio posts. You probably won't see that from me because honestly, I'm too lazy to figure it out. Phttttt.

Seeing as how my drink needs refilling and I've really got to turn that TV off and I'm feeling the urge to kitchen dance whilst I still have power before Dallas turns into Wisconsin, per the droning on and on meteorologist (damn, that's hard to type when PWI'ing), I will hit the "publish post" button for now.

But wait - one more teeny thing. Does anyone else use yahoo for their email? WTF is up with that dancing cowboy on the auto insurance ad everytime I want to check my fanmail? That's the dumbest thing I've ever seen. Cowboy dancing creeps me out in the first place, but in shadowed silhouette form, it's just stoopid. (Yeah, I know how to spell it correctly, but dancing cowboys don't deserve correct spelling.)

Thanks for playing. Take your drunken, insomniac penises and vaginas outta here. There's kitchen dancing to be done! First track: Berlin's "Now It's My Turn."