A bottomless well of really dumb thoughts
Blog Guy, I’ve been reading your blog for some time now. You strike me as a deep thinker, a philosopher, a guy who ponders heavy concepts in the middle of the night. Am I right?
Oh.You do? What else?
I wonder what happened to all the Swansons. When I was a kid, I knew lots of folks named Swanson. Here lately, they’re gone. Were they taken off to government- run Swanson Work Camps?
Also, why isn’t “snop” a word? We’ve got snap, snip, snot, snoop, all kinds of similar things, but here’s this unused word just waiting for a meaning.
Uh, maybe I was wrong about that deep thinker thing, Blog Guy…
And will my neighborhood deli let me buy potato salad on layaway? No sir, it’s always “Buy it now, or get the hell out of here!” And another thing…
Blog Guy, looking back on this ridiculous exchange, I have to ask if this might be one of those days when you know nobody is going to come to your blog anyway. Perhaps this is a Sunday smack in the middle of a three-day weekend?
I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll check and get back to you.
Left: Trader Joe’s “Adventure” float drives down Colorado Boulevard during the 117th annual Rose Parade in Pasadena, California January 2, 2006. REUTERS/Lucas Jackson
Right: Atlantis mission specialist Steven Swanson (R) works with flight engineer Sunita Williams inside the Destiny module of the International Space Station as the two spacecraft prepare to bid farewell and close hatches, June 18, 2007. REUTERS/NASA