Back We Come To the Normal We Know (And By We I Mean Myself)

For today’s WAV file we have a very annoying little man who seems to be lost inside your monitor…enjoy.

Well, after yesterday’s lashing out, I feel that today I shall try to return to my normal self – writing posts about nothing in particular, trying (most likely unsuccesfully) to make you laugh, and insulting myself (already got that checked off for the night, and it’s only the second paragraph!).

We’ll (by that I mean singular me) start out with the practical first. I’ve added some new blog links to the sidebar, and the total blog count is now up to (drum roll please…) thirty-seven! Not too shabby if you ask me. Andrew B.’s blog has moved up onto the favorites list, and a new group has been created: the other other blogs. Also, the blog has now cleanly surpassed the 3000 hit mark. Things are going pretty well.

But on to more important things. One thing our blog community has lacked is a relationship that started all because of blogging. I mean serioiusly! Wouldn’t that be a great testemonial for blogging? Boy Meets Girl Through Bloggosphere!!” Well, thanks to a couple people I know (not me)…perhaps this dream might come to fruition. At least one side is showing interest – and a lot of it. But the question is, will the other side respond?? We’ll (by that I mean Ansen will) definitely be keeping track of this one and we’ll (by that I mean just me) let you know about any updates in the situation. Hehe, it’s really pretty nerdy when you think about it.

To avoid confusion, please note that neither the following conversation or anything remotely like it ever occurred. At least that I know of.

“Hey dude…that computer chick left me a comment on like my last ten entries! I think she’s interested. “

“You’re measuring how much a girl likes you on the number of comments she gives you on your blog? You know how stupid that sounds…”

No man!!! I’m gonna get me a cyber-girlfriend! I’m gonna do something big tonight. Like post something really nice about her…oh! Like…you are very good at…writing…blog…stuff. Oh that’s gold! See, you gotta be vague, but you gotta take some risks too.

“Honestly man, I’m not seeing the whole risky part…”

“No listen! Just…just…stay with me…this is it…see, the thing is…she won’t know it’s her! It’ll be brilliant! She’ll probably even ask something like, ‘Is your name short for something else?’ or something awesome like that.”

“But…but if she doesn’t know it’s her that you’re referring to…”

“Then when she does find out she’ll be totally surprised!”

“But if she doesn’t know…how’ll she find out?”

“Dude don’t bother me about that! This post is going to be the sweetest thing EVER!” I won’t be able to keep her away from me if I wanted to!”

Anyway. Like I said, we’ll (by that I mean I’ll) be monitoring the situation. There’s a possiblity that things could escalate (or completely fall apart) on Sunday. We’ll (by that I mean me) let you know. Have you ever noticed how much I refer to myself as a plural entity? Does anyone else find that weird?

Now on to my second topic of the night. I’m actually going to try to talk about something deep here. Here’s my very, very heavy thought for you: If you had a big ball of silly-puddy in your hands right now…like, the size of your fist, what would you do with it?? I’d probably start by stretching it out and seeing how far it would go…but I’m sure that would get boring pretty quick. Plus, if it broke, it’d fall on the carpet and get all fuzzy and hairy and nasty. So I’d probably try to do something a little more long-term…like mold something out of it.

But this wouldn’t just be your average silly-puddy sculpture, oh no. This would be like, the most frickin’ awesome silly-puddy sculpture that you’ve seen like in five or six years. Maybe seven to tell you the truth. I’d sculpt a bust of someone. Someone really cool. Probably Maria Sharapova. No…no…I wouldn’t be able to do her justice, even in such a great medium like silly-puddy. I probably wouldn’t be able to do any female justice. I’d get slapped if I tried. No…instead…intsead…I’d make the most amazing looking face you’ve ever seen. You know, in the past seven years. Or maybe even eight. But what would I call this guy?

I shall call him…Nathaniel!!!!!!

Oh man. I just keep coming back to that. Oh…I’m laughing so hard I’m crying.

That just kills me every time.