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January’s top blog posts: a time for learning…
The traffic statistics are in for January, the first month of the new, slightly more educational, grown-up version of this blog, and clearly readers are coming along for the ride.
The ten most popular posts for the month found readers enthralled by Canadian history, a serious look at improving airline security and an attempt to come up with the worst travel idea ever.
But most of all, readers came back over and over to read about the daring exploits of one Eugene “Toilethead” Johnson, the first true hero to show up in the blog this year.
Here you go, a blog you can read at work!
Once upon a time, in a blog like this…
Blog Guy, it’s me. Goldilocks. All grown up. Out here on the slag pile where fairytale characters go when they’ve outlived their usefulness. Wrung out, discarded like old porridge…
Yeah, I get it. What are you doing in this sleazy dive? What happened to the three bears?
You can’t tell? They’re still with me. They’ll never leave. Baby Bear is now a grown-up chain-smoker with a gambling problem. All of us, wrung out, discarded, like…
ha ha ha… no… now that I am strong enough after all that force feeding of nutrients and vitamins and god knows what all good-for-you stuff, I am left to my own devices to eat junk! Yahooo!! Freeedom!!
Her Majesty, the Queen of the World…
Blog guy, please settle an argument I’m having with my friend.
Is there such a thing as the Queen of the World? My friend says yes, but I say no.
Of course there is. No offense, but you’re obviously a cheese-eating bonehead.
Here is a photo of Her Highness out walking among the commoners.
I made a comment about how those were my three favorite “B”s but it did not seem to make it on here so I will try again…
Wow Shra, coincedently those are my three favorite “B”s!
I see you’ve been shopping in Paris, Lamar…
Dear Mr. Basler:
It’s me again, the actual attorney representing some men’s fashion designers. You will recall that my clients are outraged at the biased way you cover their industry, always making it appear their creations are not something regular guys would wear.
Yeah, I remember you. Last week you demanded that I run the last three men’s fashion pictures from our photo wire, which I did, and they were beyond hideous. What’s eating you now?
So, CrowGirl, you’d prefer you kinky naked guys to look the colour of the guys on the top? I guess there’s no limit to what a good make up artist can do these days!
Revenge of the designers from Hell
Dear Mr. Basler,
I am an actual attorney representing several men’s fashion designers.
My clients are very offended by your frequent blog posts implying that the creative designs presented at major fashion shows are somehow goofy or stupid or psychotic.
and that is not a transparent leg…. with all the disturbing death game on…. it couldnt add to it… could it?
Fashion models add insult to injury…
Lonnie, we have to talk. People have been losing interest in our runway shows lately, and I think I know why. Do you know why people come to fashion shows?
Sure, Boss. To see the hot new clothes for the next season?
No! They come to be insulted. They want us to treat them like utter crap, so they can leave feeling totally degraded, and we haven’t been giving them enough of that.
Crack me another walnut, honey pie!
Blog Guy, I have a fashion problem. Lots of times on a date a guy will offer me a walnut, but I never know how I’m supposed to crack it.
You came to the right place. Check out these designer shoes, made to meet all of a chick’s nutcracking needs. One good stomp, and you’ll be scarfing down tasty walnut bits for hours.
Plus they can do pecans, Brazil nuts, coconuts…
Awesome! My other problem is, I don’t know what to do with the walnut shells. Like if we’re in a hotel room it’s rude to just leave them on the floor, isn’t it?
Oh. THAT’s how you’re meant to crack a walnut on a date…
I love what you’ve done to your hair
Okay fashion show staff, we’re still looking for ways to save money on these shows, and we think we’ve found a good way to curb the soaring cost of hair stylists.
There is a group of folks who will work cheap, they are eager to learn and they have lots of time on their hands.
Of course I’m talking about the criminally insane. Now that they’re being allowed to design fashions, why shouldn’t they work on hair, too?
Hairy shoes, with lots of curves … so hard to be a designer! Oops, sorry, wrong nightmare.
Car lovers, the new models are out!
A number of readers have asked for coverage of the big International Auto Show now going on in Detroit. A regular reader named Just M. writes, “Bob, could I just bother you with a few shots of cars and everything motor? I’m a petrolhead, what can I say?”
I always pander to my readers, so sure, here are a bunch of shots from the Detroit show.
This stuff gets kind of technical, so let me talk you through it.
Hi to all, I am M. Or should I say I ammm?
I am completely addicted to this blog, to coffee, to mug-shots (the ones in this blog, not the other ones), to White Hats and to that wonderful music band The Baslers.
I have also been know to take a liking to rubber crabs, mailed-in goats, funky shoes and a few other things, such as cars.
Shra, could you kindly hand me one of those blueberry muffins? Yes, please, Xanax-sprinkles will do just fine, thank you, lovely.
Nursery rhymes for trendy times…
Little Bo peep has lost her sheep And hopes that they haven’t got ill If they are found, please send them down, To Fashion Week in Brazil
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Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean, They had a daughter with an eating disorder, Who modeled in a magazine
Tim, you are getting rather kinky here… I’d rather not know what comes next.
And, CrowGirl, I am with you on this. I’ve had to wear two pairs of shoes for a few weeks now: one to walk outside and another one in the office. So, I guess really sexy snow boots could also be a good topic for a post? I mean, that’s as steamy as we are getting with this cold front!












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