Chain Blogging

1 person in the Netherlands has read my blog. A Netherlandian. Which kind of sounds like Neanderthal, but I'm sure the person in the Netherlandic region was a bright individual. 1 person in Luxembourg, 2 people in each the UK, Germany, and Australia, and 58 people in the USA have read it too.

Well, at least they clicked it and said "Oh, that's not what I wanted!" and clicked the back button. I'll pretend that you read it, loved it, and showed it to your dog. You may or may not have put a pancake on your dogs head in honor of my blog. You didn't show it to any of your friends or coworkers though, because you don't have any. If you did, you wouldn't be wasting time reading my blog...


I'm glad I'm not a lobster. If I was a lobster I'd want to be a wild lobster. That way, if I got caught in a net I might get to be on one of those crazy lobster fisherman reality shows. Captive bred lobsters though...they just sit on top of each other all day. I think its getting worse...when I was a kid I used to see all the little lobster dudes waving at me with their little bound lobster claws. Today I passed a tank and I'm pretty sure most of them were dead. Or at least playing dead in hopes of avert the gaze of the 4 year old kid thinking about banging on the tank to get it to look at him. Kids don't want dead things to look at them.

On the other hand lobsters don't have to worry about work, bills, school, or catching wayward chickens. You know what else lobsters don't have to worry about? Diets. Well, their own at least. They might be a little concerned with a diet that includes them on menu. Right now though, I'm trying to convince myself that this large glass of water is much more tasty than the bag of Cheetos in the kitchen. So far, I'm not buying it. You know what else I'm not buying? More clothes when my current wardrobe suddenly shrinks.

*takes a sip of water*

I think I'll go make myself a salad.