Ah, there is nothing I can add to this except “and you are always right” but of course that goes without saying. Stolen from MasterCowfish, which really isn’t purple at all.
Your Blog Should Be Orange |
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You write what’s on your mind, without fear of embarrassment later. You are one of the most honest bloggers around, and people appreciate your daring persona. |
What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?
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Tag, anyway. Release? I dunno: I get off on blogging, but how was it for you?
Despite my noted antipathy towards chain letters, meme-tagging, and all associated nonsense, both the esteemed Juvenal and the self-esteemed Stilletto Girl have tagged me as being a Thogger.
The participation rules are simple:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog).
This is better than it sounds, and really quite brave of them, all things considered.
So I’m a blog that makes you think, eh? Probably one that makes you think Canadians are a group of degenerate, tentacled, squid-souled anarchists, and quite right you are (note that all Canadians who do not fit that description are, in fact, Albertans). I am flattered nonetheless.
Release: In the spirit of Anarchy, I’m passing this tag along to anyone who wants to volunteer for it. I have a rare, refined, and reflective group of readers and feel confident that anyone who would step up for this is both ballsy and thought-provoking.
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
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If this gets out, I’ll never be able to show my avatar around the British Empire again.
I have a secret crush, a secret shame. A secret so horrifying, so soul-shrinking, that even one as shameless as me can barely put it into pixels.
I have a crush on…no, I can’t say it.
It’s not his beliefs, should rarefied science ever detect any. It’s not his thoughts, which seem to be quite clever, if misguided and destructive. It’s not his actions, for which the record speaks for itself.
And god knows it’s not for his unearthly beauty.
I’m off to self-medicate with nonfiction and Mount Gay Rum. Wish me luck.
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We’ve been experiencing some technical difficulties around the ol’ raincoaster blog over the past couple of days, and besides, I’ve been holed up with my secret crush. Abnormal service will resume shortly, and in the meantime did you know that you can vote once per day in the Best of Blogs?
*hint, hint*
Your humble blog servant – say, have you cut your hair? Something about you looks just so remarkably alive lately, we’ve all been meaning to tell you – begs to draw your attention – seriously, are you working out? You must be doing something right; your skin just glows – to the fact that a dear, dear friend of yours – really, you can bunk with us anytime, we’ll even clear out the Haunted Chamber for you – and a loyal blogreader except if you’re not a blogger in which case we pore over your comments (or silences as the case may be) as if they were morsels of gold from the lips of the Buddha himself, is a finalist in the Best of Blogs competition and humbly petitions for your consideration.
Vote here, pretty please with a cherry and the naked
celebrity/obscurity of your choice on top
You have only till midnight EDT, Friday, April 13,
so don’t delay, vote today!
Have I mentioned that I give marvelous head?
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