I’m upgrading Wordpress. Weird stuff will no doubt ensue.

So hey, go do a Google search for this (include the quotes):

“i’m proud of america” “and i’m gonna prove it”

Who is the first hit? Why…it’s me!

But wait! Who is the first…and only hit?

Well look at that!

    

    

Site update. I am sick of deleting Texas Holdem spam. Will this poker fad NEVER die out?

Comments containing the words “poker”, “holdem”, and “wsop” will be nuked at the source. Right now I just delete them manually, but now they’re going to get killed automatically.

If I add more words to the nuke list, I’ll start keeping a list.

As you may not know, blogging is hard work. Destroying old media, undermining the government, and riding the wave of the future produces a great amount of sweat, calluses, and lost limbs. So I’m going to take me a little break from it all.

I’d like to introduce you all to Chris, who will be donning the engineer’s cap for a week. I don’t know what he has planned for you all, and quite frankly, I’m a little concerned he’s going to actually post things of quality and substance. I’m also a little afraid I’ll return to find the administrator password changed and all my stuff thrown out on the lawn. Or possibly empty beer bottles all over the place, a trashcan fire burning in the library, and goats being herded through the Hall of Mirrors here.

At any rate, my fears are your delights, as I’m sure Chris will more than capably handle the place in my absence.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’ma go take a nap.

Four years ago I had a dream. A dream of slapping my goofy stuff up on the Internet for the world to see. It wouldn’t be easy. I would have to con Kurt and Anna into giving me space on their server. I’d have to install blogging software. I’d have to figure out HTML and CSS.

And I’d have to come up with content. Find a way to lazily post links or YouTube videos, hold off on posting my Previews wishlist until tomorrow so I could have TWO days’ worth of content, and reprint news stories with only minimal commentary. And if all else failed, make some dumb image. It wasn’t easy, but for four years I’ve consistently done it.

Many thanks to my gracious hosts for putting up with me and putting me up. Thanks to the folks who’ve linked to me, taking some savage delight in luring the unwitting to my pathetic lair. Thanks to the Bush Administration for never failing to do something horrifying or ridiculous or both to provide outrage on a slow day. Thanks to my boss for overlooking the time stamps on many of my posts. Thanks to WordPress for some spiffy blogging software. Thanks to my friends who’ve helped me with technical issues and such.

And finally, thanks to both of my readers for continuing to be quite easily amused.

THE D, THE A, THE V, THE E.

Apparently my Bus Off a Cliff comics have made certain Men in Power very uncomfortable, and as a result They had the CIA point their Tesla-invented weather engines at Slithytoves Headquarters in St. Louis. The resulting storms knocked out power to the area but the agents of L.E.G.O. have worked tirelessly to restore power. The system now has a triple-redundant power network located in a protected underground bunker; this scheme of Theirs will not work again.