…that my archives have grown.
I did a semi-successful import last night from Blogger. It appears to not want to import the posts I’ve done since I installed Haloscan on the old blog, though I have not done any research. I kept falling asleep during the process, and barely made it to bed.
If I can save all of my archives, I am gonna abandon Blogger, and nuke that fucker from space.
To: the monkey throwing poo…
Listen, you homosexual mother-rubber, I empty you like a cat-box, holding my nose, and not looking, only with the ease of one click. No muss, no fuss. I have never been to your ‘blog’ (though I hear tell it’s pitiful) and I would appreciate the same from you. Otherwise, you will just be one of several turds I clean up off my lawn each morning. Enjoy your worthlessness.
By the way, people, if you have not seen the movie Avalon, you have missed out. I suggest you rectify this immediately, any way you can. I watched it last night, and I did something I don’t often do during a movie, any more…think. The soundtrack alone is worth the price of admission. The movie is very gooko-European, and stylish as all get out. Five stars out of five.
The female protaginist is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and perfect for the part. Her body is nearly identical to the wife’s, except the wife has perkier boobs and better biceps. Mucho gun porn, all Soviet weapons, very cool.
The weather is clear and cold, here, like a sliver of frozen glass, slid from the side into your eyeball, with a puff of ground up porcelain inhaled into your lungs. Birds freeze in midair, and fall to the ground and shatter like Hummel statuary.
Well, perhaps I exaggerate, but not by much. I ain’t goin out there…