Emptybottle.org

I guess I should be blogging my tits off, here, proving to all those visitors from the bloggies that I'm The Hardest Working Blogger In Show Business, but f--k that noise.

I got me a bottle of cheap whiskey, it's Friday night and I'm on the elevator gooooooin' up. Leave me be.

All the kafuffle about this bloggie stuff makes me giggle like chrome-plated steam-powered giggling machine, though, I gotta tell ya. Go, look how worked up some people get about these silly things. [via OW™here] I don't know who these people are, but they really need a tall cool glass of perspective and soda.

Hey, you big boneheads! If you've got all that energy to spare, why not try getting worked up about the bumbling corporate turd masquerading as a president, sitting in the White House, chuckling like a waterhead, and jerking off over his (laminated, crayola-bright) plans for war, instead? Or the continuing determined erosion of your rights and privacy by his wingèd minions, maybe? Or even about the fight over copyright law, which is a massive wank as well, in this wonderchicken's opinion, but not nearly as gargantuan a waste of time as these awards. Save your vitriol for the things that merit it, kids.

And have a drink, on me.

Edit : Or if you're not the drinking type, amuse yourself by reading this semicoherent ramble from last week, which in light of this Bloggie nomination, is Ironic As f--k (now featuring Comedy Capitalization©).

Edit again : Or : what the ever-reasonable mathowie said.