Sit Down, Listen

We've had one of those weeks around here. The amazing Bitter Mistress has a post up today, directly below me, so read that shit, ya jerks.

Just Tug's blog is like a box of Whitman's chocolates. At first, it looks relatively appetizing, but you can really only eat about a piece or two before it's overwhelming.

I'm restraining myself from tearing this thing apart, I really am.

Look, the header image is so cutesy-poo, I feel like I'm in a goddam CareBear cartoon. What are these posts about, exactly? You were using Windows 98 up until a week ago? REALLY? C'mon. You roll up your blogroll, but not your archives? I have to know that you've had visitors from Venezuela?

I'm sure all your friends/commenters etc. will tell you how much of a dick I am, and how a review doesn't matter, you still ROCK, but Tug, seriously, this blog...

If it makes you happy, that's great. Clearly, I'm cursed to get a 45 year old grand-mommy cutesy-poo photo blog. Because, quite frankly, that's what it is. I'm sure it's perfectly delightful to her, and she seems to have quite a few blog buddies, all of whom probably think her pictures are just gorgeous, but you have to know that anything like this isn't going to be looked at too favorably by a site that pretty much tears apart ANYTHING like this.

It's too early in the morning, I've had too much whiskey, and this blog makes me feel icky.