Monday Lite: Run It Up The Flagpole
It's a good thing this is Monday and my post can be short because I'm having eight kinds of trouble with my goddamn DSL. I don't have the nerve to invest all kinds of time and energy into a post just to have my internet fail and Blogger lovingly and personally select my post for ingestion.

I hereby grant myself permission to be half-interested in what I am about to write.

Actually what I'm doing is being sort of passive-aggressively annoyed because I was going to talk about how it's National Talk Like A Pirate Day today only to find that not only is every other blog on the whole planet mentioning it, but some people have even dressed like pirates and buckled swash all over a major American metropolis.

I'm dismayed at the redundancy-rendering of my post topic and all, but at the same time I'm a little excited. Who knew there was this kind of a groundswell of support for a national day for people to annoy me by doing very poor voice-work. It's almost as bad as the few weeks after the premier of any Austin Powers movie when even the cops who bust you for possession with intent to sell do so with a flourish of "Shagadelic baby, yeeaaaah!"

Except this movement is looking more and more like the beginnings of a true national holiday. Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself, but I think it's got a real shot at becoming a federal holiday. So as hard as it is to hear your aunt say "Har!" and talk about how bad she wants to get her hands on some "booty", I might be looking at one extra day per year where I get to sleep in if this all breaks the right way.

Fingers crossed.

Of course we shouldn't be premature. It's very possible that this is simply one of those internet-only points of interest. I was wrong before when I predicted Everquest would overtake baseball as America's national pastime and again when I thought that the spirit of racial harmony fostered by the enterprising porn-tastic work over at hotwhitechocolate.com would one day solve America's racial divide one money-shot at a time.

I don't want to make the same mistake again.

So call me cautiously optimistic. Mateys.

Har.


This post on the Narcissus Scale: 4.7


Pops
- posted by Pops @ 12:11 AM