Shirley Tipsy

Poor Dude. Leaning over the proverbial toilet of our industry, weilding his wrench and showing his crack like a mighty warrior in the fight against clogging. Only he knows the depth of the crap we have kindly piled up in an effort to be the first one to say something interesting and “knowledgeable.” I think we need to make one of those “Real Men of Genius” ballads about the Bloglines Plumber. I think it would go something like this….
 

Real Men of Genius.
Today we salute you, Mr. Bloglines Plumber Guy
(Mr. Bloglines Plumber Guy)

You get elbow deep in the raw sewage of a generation too lazy to even use the phone anymore.
(Gen X is lazy and 30!)

Instead the world sits around clogging up the internet with useless tripe like my “Top 5 things I have never wanted to say but will because someone else tagged me and it really serves no purpose nor informational value.”
(WOW that was a mouth full!)

Never mind the fact that your very appearance creates panic and paranoia as thousands of geeks cannot get their fill of regurgitated information.
(Puke from the Smart Guys)

You keep up the good work, otherwise we may all have to go and depend on some other free blog feed service.
(Google wants your business)

So stand up and be recognized, Mr. Bloglines Plumber Guy!!!!
 

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Still I Rise
   
 
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

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Papa Graywolf (a nickname I have taken to calling him, since he played Bad-Cop-big-daddy-man and policed all of us guestwhores while Rae was on vacation) has announced the most wonderful news ever… Sugarrae and Bob Saget got married.

It’s true, Sugarrae Loves Bob Saget.

Rae Hoffman is a Bob Saget lover alright.

Long live the happy couple, hereby known as “SugarBobae“

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Ok, So I posted for Guestwhore Week on Sugarrae.com and now I am sitting here looking at it thinking about how much it sucks in comparison to the others posts that have appeared this week.

Well there isn’t anything I can do about it now. *EEK*

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