I came here for this?
Remember this -
"We're all very different people; we're not watoosie, we're not Spartans. We're Americans, with a capital A, huh?
You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every out every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse.
We're underdogs, we're mutts! ... But there's no animal that's more faithful, that's more loyal, more lovable than the mutt.
... So we're all dog faces, we're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We're mutants, there's something wrong with us, there's something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us. We're soldiers, American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years, we're 10 and 1 ... All we have to do-oo is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud."
Blogs - sooooo 2004. The only problem is, bloggers need something to say, something interesting to say, at least once or twice a day, and readers to reply.
And now that everyone has one and there's more of us reading more, but saying less, it's time to put you out of misery.
So goodbye blog, you do quite well holding pictures, and small movies, but the chit chat followed by tumbleweeds is over.
Since professional writers are paid, blogging for fun is the last thing I want to do when I'm done writing, and since our bosses are all spying on us through Google, it's really no good to post the juicy stuff anyhow.
In the words of Kurt Vonnegut's sister, "The definition of a writer, is someone who hates to write."
Laissez les bon temps rouler
DK
9.25.07
"We're all very different people; we're not watoosie, we're not Spartans. We're Americans, with a capital A, huh?
You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every out every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse.
We're underdogs, we're mutts! ... But there's no animal that's more faithful, that's more loyal, more lovable than the mutt.
... So we're all dog faces, we're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We're mutants, there's something wrong with us, there's something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us. We're soldiers, American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years, we're 10 and 1 ... All we have to do-oo is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud."
Blogs - sooooo 2004. The only problem is, bloggers need something to say, something interesting to say, at least once or twice a day, and readers to reply.
And now that everyone has one and there's more of us reading more, but saying less, it's time to put you out of misery.
So goodbye blog, you do quite well holding pictures, and small movies, but the chit chat followed by tumbleweeds is over.
Since professional writers are paid, blogging for fun is the last thing I want to do when I'm done writing, and since our bosses are all spying on us through Google, it's really no good to post the juicy stuff anyhow.
In the words of Kurt Vonnegut's sister, "The definition of a writer, is someone who hates to write."
Laissez les bon temps rouler
DK
9.25.07
posted by Potown Records at Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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