Aloha!

Shock, shock, surprise, surprise– I’m alive. Didja miss me?1

I’ve been a little occupied with real life this last month or so as some of you know. This year was pretty serious, but any long-time readers know that there will be long(ish) periods of time when I just kind of drop off the face of the interwebs. After a while I always get sucked back in and am forced to blog again. This is why, dear readers, I haven’t killed Fab Jinxed. What’s the point? I’d just start a new blog. Pfft. Might as well just let this one sleep until I get interested enough to start posting again. </p

As some of you know, I loathe PUMAs. They smell of cabbage and make my eyeball twitch. I am, sadly, highly allergic to those 50 or so sad, sad creatures. During the election season, these lovely mavens of screeching rage were losing their minds because OMGHILLARYLOST!! After Obama won, they continued with the screeching and hair pulling. Now they’re in the midst of yet another battle: The Weblog Awards.

One of their own, called “The Confluence” (must use the Google, people), was in the running for “Best Liberal Blog” (the only thing “liberal” about this blog was that it had a liberal amount of OMGHILLARYLOST Syndrome and aforementioned screeching). Then Wonkette noticed that they were nominated against The Confluence. Wonkette sent out a short message to their readers that they wanted to beat a PUMA blog. Hilarity has since ensued.

The PUMAs have endorsed a winger blog called “Nice Deb” against one of my favorite small blogs, Rumproast. So, Wonkette endorsed Rumproast and any other blog that was up against a PUMA-endorsed blog. Considering Wonkette’s traffic, it was no wonder that all blogs they endorsed for the awards quickly took the lead. Now our dear Cabbage-eating kitties are crying foul and claiming that both Wonkette and Rumproast are using super-secret-uber-computer code to ruin the fun for them. Everyone with me now: Awwww.

Also, the comments at both Wonkette and Rumproast re: the snarling Cooters are quite hilarious for a while. Then they’re only funny if the stink of Cabbage-flavored panties makes your hair shrivel against your scalp and your toes twist into pretzel shapes. So, I don’t suggest you venture too far (unless, like me, you can’t look away at the amazing stupidity that are the PUMA collective). Oh! And vote for Rumproast, ~synthesis~ and anyone but the Flatulence — Just to keep their panties bunched up and all that jazz.

Ok, people, that is all.

P.S.

Go with caution.

I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.