By God,
Delaware Dem is right. There's no reason to not have fun with this website, and I've been too busy being a) serious or b) misunderstood or c) stupid. (Usually c, occasionally a and once in a great while b - I'm lookin' at YOU.) (No, not you - him. Or her - who the hell knows?)
Anyway, I've decided that from now on, this site, since it is MINE (maniacal laughter goes here), is going to be devoted to all things Peter, Paul, and Mary. Not just teh* folk singing group - although I intend to publish a magnum opus on the hidden Communistic, Zionist, Nazi, NAACP conspiracy hidden in the lyrics of "The Mandala" - but also about people named Peter, Paul, and Mary.
For example, the early Christians, Pope Peter, Paul of Tarsus, and Mary Magdalen. Peter Griffin. Paul McCartney. Mary, Queen of Scots.
If you saw this on the diaries page, you probably think this is going to be a silly, extended joke of a diary, in the vein of my last one (don't bother looking for it; the joke was in poor taste, and I rightfully deleted it, although not after I picked up some abuse - be still my heart).
Unfortunately, I've managed about all the silly I can handle here. Any more, and it'll degenerate into stupid or mean.
So, instead, I'm going to tell a joke. It's a joke my granfather told me many years ago. He used to use it in his magic act, because he liked it so much, and it was such a great distractor (he was a close-up magician - all misdirection and fast hands).
So, there's this woman.
On second thought (having gotten halfway through the joke and realizing I couldn't stand to type the word "pink" one more time, and then deleting it in disgust), that joke sucks.
So instead, I'm going to start talking about other things. Things I never see on this website, and would like to see more of.
- Diaries by people making quixotic stands against what they perceive to be ideologically impure candidates. Maybe quixotic is too strong. How about "probably quixotic?"
- Diaries calling people out to fight, either literally or metaphorically.
The Number That Must Not Be Named. Jesus (and anti-Jesus, his Doppelgaenger).
- Folk songs. I like Mahler, myself.
- Delaware Dem's "Dem of the Day" series. I miss it. Really.
- Marriage proposals. Because everybody knows that Daily Kos is a dating service.
- Another story about Republican corruption in Bumblefuck, Nowhere. (Okay, I like these and they serve a purpose, so forget the sarcasm for a minute - I really DO want to see more of these).
- A link to some story that's been covered with a breathless "What do you think?" appended.
Interestingly enough, I note that, looking over my diaries, I have posted one that falls into each of these categories (except for #5). I guess I'm the ULTIMATE USER (insert angels going to the Dominant delay cadenza, trilling on the super tonic, repeatedly reemphasizing the I to V to I progression to establish a firm tonic and ending the whole thing with a massive plagal cadence and a picardy third [bet you didn't know we were in a minor key till I threw in that picardy third huh?]). So HA! eat that DD! I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best, neener neener neener.
I'm starting to limbaugh now (my new word, it means "free-associate until it stops making sense, then keep going"), so I'm going to stop before I start speaking in tongu asdl; fjksguhn fdhiuas tgtio dh lkjhf wasdhj vjldsdf.
* - Yes, teh "teh" was intentional.*
* - That one too.
