Not A Serious Blogger

Can't get my head together for a whole coherent post, as soon as I start on one, Woosh, I start getting ideas for others and forget to finish the first one.

Here's a random picture:


And another, forgot I did this:



I like it for it's shittiness, it's a perfect marriage between subject and style.

P.S. I can however bring myself together enough to whine about how a black woman once called me a racist in an attempt to get better service from me because she was one of those obnoxious people who treats service industry workers like crap in general.

Thereby proving that POC shouldn't call white people racist, because of something to do with tents (being in a tent, having a tent, something to with the water proof lining of a tent with water proof lining... something like that).

Then I shall feel smug and never engage with a POC again, because the poc I am speaking too will be too polite to notice that I just equated them to that asshole black woman because any particular poc is essentially inistinguishable from any other poc as far as I'm concerned.

And as one POC just accepted my torturous logic, they all did.

P.P.S. I have guzzillions of interracial babies, bought all of them off Ebay from a third world country, therefore I am blacker than thou, and the biggest humanitarian in the world EVR.

P.P.P.S. Ex-() has started blogging again, BFP has stopped, BA is staying angry at a constant rate, NASDAQ is waiting to see how the Frozen OJ markets react before making any moves in response.

P.P.P.P.S. I won't really turn Mr. evol into ringo starr ren, it was a joke. If I could turn peope into ringo starr, I would not waste such an ability on mr. evol.