The Perfect Storm

That's Mister Atomic Q. Fireballs to YOU, bitches.

FRIDAY is up in this house! Time for Fireballs to work his magic as only he can.

So check Tiny Voices in the head of the Webmiztris. Now ordinarily, I'd rip on that name. However, in this case, I'm totally giving it a pass because of the following reasons:

1. Rockin' template. Clearly made by her. I like the colors, I like the graphics, the header, the organizational skills, the clean look. I fucking LOVE this template to death. TO DEATH!

2. She's cuter than a bug's ear. Are bug's ears cute? I don't know since I don't go out of my way to examine bug's ears, but if bug's ears are cute, than she has them beat. Oh, by the way, yours truly is also in PA. But I'm in the Illadelph. Home of the cheesesteak, the TastyKake and the soft pretzel. That's right, Philly, the City that Makes You FAT.

3. She can write. She keeps things simple, and yet you know instantly where she's going with her anecdotes, stories and thoughts. Please see this blog for how a blog should be written in a slice-of-life style, all you wannabes. I love authors that are able to tell me everything I need to know in a three or four paragraph post. She accomplishes this quite nicely with no grammatical errors, gross punctuation problems, or awful turns of phrase. We've seen this here all too often, so this is a refreshing change of pace.

4. She's married, and she's happy about it, seemingly. The agenda here isn't one that makes me want to turn my head and cough because of the deathgrip on my nuts. She likes her husband, she's willing to admit she went to see the Gin Blossoms (who knew they where still around? Not me, surely.), and she's clearly someone I'd have a beer with, if her husband wouldn't object. He probably would, though, given my suave English ways. That's okay, though. Lucky kid, he is.

Look, I'm not big for giving out four stars, I think I've done it once or twice in the year (?) or so that we've been doing this. This deserves FIVE.



This is the best blog I've seen in a year. Blogroll her immediately, I command you.

Now, I'm off to the bar. Patron shots all around. Mistress, I need a word in the corner. Bring your drink.

I'm out, motherfuckers.