This is my first day on WordPress. The template will be updated shortly. Enjoy.

What does it say about me that this didn’t make my day? According to its authors, nothing will. That’s depressing on a deep level.

It’ll be a few more days before I’m motivated to make my heralded WordPress jump, so for now, enjoy this little piece of limited vocabulary poetry that my spammers forwarded to me.

Our beautiful clock stinks.
A given odd shaped recycle bin snores and still her stupid table prepare for fight.
Mine bluish caw smiles.
Any noisy spoon stares.
His red smart glasses lies at the place that any white round printer stares.
The silver car got an idea while the round-shaped odd shaped mp3 player calculates while a beautiful spoon run.
Any given bluish expensive bluish bra smells.
Any slopy bed falls.
A given purple expensive little gun stares.
Her daughters shining odd shaped sofa got an idea and still his well-crafted gun show its value and still a tall magazine calms-down.
Whose round-shaped slopy baby makes sound.
Our purple car show its value.
Their stupid kitchen snores.
The silver little bicycle calms-down.
Her daughters round-shaped wine fidgeting.
Any green expensive silver ram got an idea.
Her daughters hairy bed is thinking.
Any golden stupid gun stinks.
A white balloon smells.
His beautiful round-shaped little balloon is on fire !
at the place that their purple hairy forg stares.

An IM between Czelticgirl and Steelbuddha regarding the tragedy known as Fred Durst’s blog, in which Czelticgirl does all the work.

SB: Is that actually Fred Durst’s blog? Or did I just fall for it?
CG: Sure looks like his blog when you click on the link. God, it’s terrible. Oh, man. The spelling is making me twitch.
SB:With MIDI!
CG: He lists one of his areas of expertise as “thinking”
SB: That is TOO fucking FUNNY. “Take it for granite.” My 13-year old brother has better sense.
CG: This is worse than terrible. It’s… well… I don’t have a superlative enough adjective for it’s awfulness. Though “frightening” springs to mind.
SB: Appalling. Wretched. Evil in its stupidity. Gets under your skin like a fucking chigger.
CG: Except without the blood-sucking dignity of the chigger.

People to whom I owe apologies and who will likely never be as close to me as they once were (in no particular order):

Don’t read ’em*; I’m just purging.

* – Well, if you want. They’re not funny and might not be interesting.**

** – scratch that: they are entirely tedious.
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Steelbuddha the writer is on a short hiatus while Steelbuddha the site goes WordPress.

Wish me luck. And short means a few days, so the three of you will hardly notice.

A good lesson, but more important is the irony.

Some of the better lyrics from one of the better songs I’ve heard in recent years. Fountains of Wayne writes some good tunes. Big thanks to Czelticgirl for recommending them.

Is that supposed to be your poker face
Or was someone run over by a train
And you were minding your own business
But you’re begging for forgiveness just the same

And now you’re leaving New York
For no better place

So the West Memphis 3 have now had endorsements from the coolest people in the world, from Henry Rollins to the D themselves.

Whether you agree that they should be freed or not, it is clear and imperative that your friendly neighborhood steelbuddha should be at this show. But, I’m broke. Cancel the 35 cents you’re sending to house an orphan from an impoverished country and contribute to a real cause: send me to Hollywood for this show. Humanity will thank you, and so will little Manuel.

Disney had me convinced they had gotten something right, for a change. A charming, heroic and quirky leading man, Arnold Schwarzenegger in a self-satirizing role as a misogynist, and Jackie Chan and John Cleese in the same movie. Even the gags look funny. Then, out of nowhere: Sugar Ray. Damn you, Disney, for making me love you even for a moment.