One Less Blogger Blogger

Blogger, the site which publishes my blog, has decided my brand of smarm is not to their liking.  Since I am not interested in having some corporation decide what I can and cannot write or include, my reply to them is a simple "Go fuck yourself."

Since I cannot get motherfucking Blogger to automatically forward you,  anyone still interested in my scintillating insights and pictures of naked muscular youths can find us at

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A Master of Distraction

 So this is the moraine of paperwork on my desk I'd sworn to get to this evening; some of it goes back to December.  Taxes to file, bills to pay, snark to snark.  But first I had to find the camera to take a picture of it and then Saki wouldn't get off the chair and then I had to go get some cookies and then I remembered that when Secret Agent Fred and I were watching reruns of RuPaul's season 4 Drag Race, I had meant to find a picture of Fred's favorite member of their Pit Crew, Shawn Morales.

So obviously I had to get all that out of the way and now Saki is back demanding I make a lap for him to sit on.  Who knows if, or when, any of the paper beast will be tamed.

And once again, Saki commandeers the good chair.  Am I supposed to file taxes standing up?