Lark here. ‘Member me? I’ve been MIA for the past few months, slammed with work and focusing on a new job. Boyo has been keeping things running amazingly (and I can’t thank him enough), but to be honest my attention was focused elsewhere and things sorta fell apart. My apologies.
To be honest-and this is the bellyaching part-I’ve been depressed, or what I like to call, “experiencing an intense recession-induced hangover.” To put it simply-I’m not so happy with my current life lately, which has been making it hard to do anything lately.
It’s been hard to come on and post just one or two stories, because I wonder what it’s for, what’s the purpose. Ah, the existential reasons for blogging and what not. It’s also hard because I am not at a computer often enough to feel like I have a good grasp on the news and I don’t want to misinform anyone or give a half-assed, half-reseached opinion.
But enough bellyaching! How much research could I actually do on a fun new website that shows political leaders as taxidermied squirrels anyway? On to moving and shaking. I am refusing to give in to my funk and will try my best to manage to post around my other activities.
We’re moving back (argh! I know, I know) to wwww.meaningfuldistraction.com. Why move again? Cuz if I’m gonna do this, I am gonna do this right with a nice looking site.
Effective Immediately: I have made the decision to cease posting on Meaningful Distraction.
It’s not like ex-Senator Foley’s resignation or anything; it’s just that free labor can be used in a number of different, productive, and positive ways and it became obvious that my contribution within this site has run its course.
I wish all of the readers and contributors the best.
I will most likely begin a new blog within the next few weeks.
Should you need to contact me for any reason, please feel free to do so at this email address.
I can’t even really describe this blog. It’s just like…well…Punk’d…except over Craigslist.
“My parrot is 2 years old. I don’t have any pictures, but he looks like a typical parrot.
We are getting rid of him because my wife does not like him. My wife and I argue a lot, and the parrot seems to have picked up some of the things I have said and just shouts them at my wife when she walks by. I think the final straw was when the parrot called her a “stupid fat twat.” She takes it personally, even though I tell her that she shouldn’t be self-conscious just because a parrot thinks she is fat. Now I will admit that I trained it to say “nice cellulite, bitch” whenever my wife walks by, but the parrot pretty much just curses at everyone now. Whenever I walk in the door, it calls me a “cocksucking grundle licker.” It kind of gets annoying when it is the first thing I hear after working all day.”
Recently back from rehab, homegirl’s been drinking straight wodka, stumbling all over, and pretending to hide what she’s drinking under her jacket poorly as if we really cared.
When Harry Brown of Canton, Ohio just wouldn’t shut the fuck up in court, the judge did the only sensible thing there is to do when people won’t shut the fuck up.
He ordered the bailiff to tape Brown’s mouth shut. In case you’re wondering what happened after they removed the tape, Mr. Brown kept on talking shit.
Moral of the story; Don’t fuck with a man wearing a bow-tie.
Remember the last time you were at the store, and there was that fussy crying baby that just wouldn’t shut up? The parents are generally ignoring the kid, or they’re just standing there shrugging like, “what do you do?”
Well, leave it to Roger Stephens to take care of business.
Apparently Roger was at his local Wal-Mart on Tuesday. A 2 year old girl started crying, he went up to the little shopper’s mom and said, “If you don’t shut the baby up, I will shut her up for you.” He then grabbed the kid and slapped them around a little bit. After he was done, he said, “See, I told you I would shut her up.” Let’s ignore the flawed logic and the fact the kid started crying even harder, but still.
As part of an anti-Proposition 8 /pro-gay marriage campaign, celebrities from all over are being duct-taped and looking sexy about not endorsing Proposition 8.
Check out this crazy campaign, here. You wouldn’t believe who’s on board until you see for yourself!
Pedo-Bear isn’t the only heart-broken fool crying over Miley Cyrus:
Laura Griffin is pissed because Billy Ray’s little girl is achy-breakin’ hearts including her (ex-)boyfriend of 5 years, Liam Hemsworth. Miley Cyrus, follow your heart.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
Yogi will F*** You Up AND beat Tony Hawk in the half-pipe!
Actually, the poor bear couldn’t escape from the skate-park pool until some genius decided to lower in the ladder and to run like hell.
Courtesy of Buzzfeed.
Look, Madonna… We gotta talk.
I can forgive, Guy Richie, A-Rod, or even that nasty Britney Spears kiss before she went all super-crazy. The Sex video. Dennis Rodman. … Your hair in the 80s.
However, your 6-day 151 mile run is pissing me off.
As the author of the above-linked article oh so wisely put it:
151 miles is like the equivalent of me walking to my fridge over 100,000 times. Which is about as close to a 151 mile race as I’ll ever get.
Yep, it’s Levis with this ad that ran in yesterday’s NY Times. Kennedy at some point in his life wore jeans and Levis would like universal health care/better fit on button flies for all. Connection? Yes.
Lark
shadow campaigner
