Friday, December 10, 2004
 
Would You Like Turn-down Service?
As part of the ongoing, evolutionary process to nudge the Bucket ever closer to blog perfection one infinitesimal step at a time, you may notice a few minor changes. They're almost too small to even bother noting, but this is a blog, which by definition is primarily preoccupied with remarking on the unremarkable. For instance, that last sentence did run-on quite a bit, didn't it?

Anyway, here goes.

I can't think of a single reason why anyone would want to e-mail me when it's so much more fun to tell me how much I suck in a public forum. But in order to keep the shit from this blog from overflowing onto an e-mail account I actually occasionally use, I have spared no effort or expense to create a state-of-the-art Bucket-specific e-mail account at popsbucket@hotmail.com. In case any potential spammers missed that, it's popsbucket@hotmail.com. Please send your penis enlargement, debt consolidation, Nigerian bank fraud and free incest porn junk to that address.

For you Bucketeers, if you've thought of something to call me that's just too vile to share publicly, that would be the place to send it.

Also--and again, I can't think of a single reason why anyone would want to do this--I've enabled the E-mail This Post To A Friend option down there near the Comments. "Enabled" sounds so willful and active (just like our President!) when actually I was nosing around yesterday with my Blogger stuff and said "Hey, I wonder what that does?" Turns out it... you know, enabled that option. So there it is. Go on, clutter your friends' e-mail boxes with Pops-ness. Don't think of it as spam, think of it as electronically-transmitted syphilis if it makes you feel less guilty.

And because it is our solemn duty as Americans to celebrate mediocrity and plain idiot common sense as excellence, I would like to point out that I finally figured out how to change the font-size of my links over there on the right. So if the link to your blog looks just a leeeetle bit smaller, that's because it is. Yes, it only took me 6 months to figure out how to do that. And remember, just because the text of your link is smaller, it doesn't necessarily mean that I think less of you as a human being.

Also, there's a new link there at the bottom, The Meat of the Matter. It's by some guy who calls himself "The Butcher", which is scarier than it sounds. Actually, ironically enough, it's all about militant vegan eco-terrorism. Yeah, I was surprised too. Sort of a mixed message, when you think about it. The first post I read was about the time he (allegedly) beat a grouse poacher to death with a bag of live puppies.

And now, so this post will have some non-housekeeping content, I offer you the following quote from never-was Hollywood action star Jean-Claude van Damme via (strangely) Demagogue:

"It's not true that the potency of a man decreases if he has a tough physical training regime every day. I can tell you that from my own experiences. When I get back home every day I am my wife's superhero in bed."

And with that visual image burned into the back of your eyeballs, I take my leave.

Enjoy the superficial new-ness of the blog. Unfortunately, nothing can be done to rescue the content.



This post on the Narcissus Scale: 9.95 (it was the J-CvD quote that saved it)


Pops

Comments:
Also said by Jean Claude van Dam: "I'm a midget."

(I believe he's 5' 5" tall or shorter, thus his overcompensating by touting sexual prowess.)

I'm really glad to note your email address. I'm gonna make sure the guy looking for Carly Patterson's pussy sends you regular requests for photos. And I've supposedly had that email link thing on my blog for months. Like you, I just found it and wondered what it did. But the friggin thing never works and only shows up every 6 times or so.
 
And did anyone ever really suggest that men who work out can't get it up? Jean-Clod sounds awfully defensive if you ask me.

And I don't really care if the e-mail-forward thing works. I think the icon is purty.
 
J-CvD is such a dork. Anybody who has to tout their sexual abilities that vehemently has to be bad, and probably has a micro-penis to boot. BTW, has anyone else seen his cameo in Breakin' The Movie? He's part of the crowd at Venice Beach watching the dancers in action, and he does this really terrible Eurotrash dance. It's da bomb! And Pops, now I know which email address to use when I have to register on sites and stuff--thanks!
 
Steph, you have now mentioned Breakin: The Movie more than once. You even put a promotion still of it on your blog. We are not children, Steph. We know what is going on.
 
Steph: That could be a problem. Not because of the porn sites under my name (wouldn't be that unusual, if you follow), just that I swore an oath on my dead mother's grave that this blog would never ever under any circumstances provide anyone any kind of useful service.

Of course my mom's not dead, so I'm still kinda flexible on it.

MPH: What is this, Read A New Blog week? I've gotten a bunch of (much appreciated!) new comments this week. If even you are getting new readers, there's some kind of great cultural force at work here. Whatever it is, it also gave Dick Clark a stroke.

SJ: You're on to something. I think Steph may actually be Shabba Doo masquerading as a female Asian-American artist person in a clever ploy to resurrect his post-poppin'-and-lockin' career. I'm callin' you out, Shabba Doo!
 
Wha...? I don't have a problem! *shifty eyes* I can stop talking about it anytime! Anytime at all...
 
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