Humble Is As Humble Does

I am beyond a snot factory. I'm like a snot conglomerate, and sitting here watching the rescue story of a dog who was doused in gasoline and set aflame by some degenerate teenage boys really is not helping me conserve the precious lack of tissues my office has. Normally, I wouldn't' give a shit that I sound like James Earl Jones, but tonight [around 10pm *wink wink, nudge nudge*] I get the opportunity and sheer joy of calling into Knock Out Radio to talk about this here page and shoot the shit. So, should you tune in and hear a supposed chick that sounds strangely like a dude--that's me.

So, onto the show: Humble Tidbits of Vacuity. At first look, it's something that's easily overlooked. The template is a total snooze. It's humble, which I suppose suits the overall "humble" stylings, but it's overly humble. The description says "This weblog is written before a live studio audience," so I'd like to see a template that kind of has a late show appeal. Yes, I know that's a lot to ask for seeing as most people don't even know how to do basic html or css coding, and it doesn't help that beta blogger's template runs on widgets which is a feat in itself to figure out--but, should Sir Kevin feel the need to take me up on my suggestion and fuck the farce of ease that beta advertises, I'd be more than happy to help. Consider it my condolences--one Ohio resident to another.

The sidebar is peachy keen, even though I hate the archive tree that beta offers--mostly because it reminds me of the legal bullshit I do everyday, and I'm really not 100% sure what the statistics "top links" box is really for. It is top links that go to his site? Top links in general? And, is it really necessary to have two separate sections advertising ways to subscribe to your blog? Honestly now! [who throws a shoe!]

The content, unlike the yawn fest of a template, is pretty good. It's not the train wreck I humbly admit to falling in love with, and it doesn't have that je ne sais quoi of some blogs that really have no reason for me falling in love, but this blog is like creme brulee. It's pretty good, but there are other desserts on the tray that make you want to hump them into mouth-gasaming submission.

He writes about his life, his experiences, his goings-on, and I have to admit that his vocabulary makes my ovaries twitch with glee. In a lot of ways, he kind of reminds me of my oldest brother who doesn't drink, doesn't know shit about cars, has no clue about using tools, has an air of utter disdain for humanity in the bulk of his communication, and is a great dad.

I give it

Party on Kevin! Party on!