Good name for a band: The Electric Belly
I have been stretching my limited mental capacity over the last few days in an effort to speed-complete a short story that has an off chance of getting into a men's magazine. I'll let you know how it goes. If they do buy my story, expect me to big up the magazine as the greatest periodical in the history of man.
If I were talking about the greatest blog in the history of man, though, I would be talking about this one.
(UPDATE: I think this makes more sense if you read my comments on Donal's blog.)
"Will the new female move in with George? Will he fly off with her and abandon the nest? Or will George raise the young on his own?" --- It sounds like the tease for a soap opera, but it is, in fact, a story about birds.
"One expert says sometimes big balls of ice just fall from the sky without any explanation." --- That is not at all comforting to me. That expert needs to just keep his expert knowledge to his damn self.
So, raise your hand if you, like Curly, have been feeling blog burnout as of late. I'm feeling it. I think it may be something about the return of good weather that causes people to no longer want to be introspective. Fuck all this navel gazing, mama*, I just want a Blizzard at Dairy Queen.
Somewhat related, I have come to the painful conclusion as of late that I am too boring.
There's a new restaurant opening in Bloomington Rock City called Atlantic Buffet, that, according to the sign out front, will offer Chinese food, sushi and Mongolian barbecue. Can someone explain to me why it is called Atlantic Buffet?
*The word "mama" is colloquially underused in modern times, I think. It's time to bring back "mama!"