Friday, August 8, 2008

Say hello to the Vicar and the Temple of Suck is open

Greetings O Internets.  I've been neglecting you not because I want to, but because I must.  Many things happening out here in the Indian Ocean this trip, most of them unpleasant and very time-consuming.  I've used you for email and a bit of limited surfing via your trusted steed, Google Reader, but alas, is all.  I've missed the random surfing, the act of actually going to a fellow bloggers site, reading comments and actually commenting.  (You have no idea how hard it is NOT to comment for me).  I miss reading my hometown newspaper every day too:(

Most of all, I was forced to miss something I've been waiting for ever since the final week of FTTW-writing with those crazy fuckers again!  Yep, we got together and rekindled the madness.  This week was the grand opening:(  The Temple of Suck has been born and I was forced to miss the birth.  There's a forum and a sister site we'll be using for rants and raves called Peasants and Pitchforks.  With a little looser format and a weekly topic that we may or may not write about, this door to our inner demons should prove to even more creative and fun than the old FFTW.  I'll be there, having taken the position of The Vicar.  Nearly all my FTTW buddies are there, you may get to see a few of our infamous email chains (be prepared to wet yourself), there are also going to be a few new faces (some you may know!!) and just yesterday I found that next week is going to get weird.  Very. As in Travis.  I promise you, no matter what happens at the temple next week, if Travis comes through, your life will be forever changed.

In the meantime, this past week was all about FOOD, or whatever any of us choose to write about.  The Temple is open my friends.  Go pay your respects and I'll see you all in few days after I hit the beach, traverse the pond and recuperate from this very long and difficult trip and what seems to be a case of food poisoning I've manged to have ON CREW-X DAY!  Yes, I've got full-blown, catastrophic intestinal distress just as I prepare to travel 15,567 miles from the middle of the Indian Ocean to my beloved Copper Country.  I pity the people I'm about to fly with.

Later

5 comments:

~Jack~ said...

Wondered where the hell you been.

Mr. Bud said...

Got it. 1 roll of TP to the airport. stat.

sunny. 69 degrees. BBQ coals are ready. The beer is chillen.

Steph said...

Alright, I made a post at the side project thing-a-ma-bobber. Am I the first to do so? Apparently I am.

Aside from that, what's up butterbutt?

Mr. Bud said...

so, like now I'm your got dammed secretary. I'm fending calls of why you haven't posted. SO? I'm telling them your in the hospital cause your new found friend doesn't have to wear a rubber raincoat anymore... and he got just plain wored out. friction burns. Yup. Thats the story.

Anonymous said...

just do'n as u, post'n nutz. is this hell? why is the cars, who's gonna drive you home playing. This is Hell! lol

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Greetings O Internets. I've been neglecting you not because I want to, but because I must. Many things happening out here in the Indian Ocean this trip, most of them unpleasant and very time-consuming. I've used you for email and a bit of limited surfing via your trusted steed, Google Reader, but alas, is all. I've missed the random surfing, the act of actually going to a fellow bloggers site, reading comments and actually commenting. (You have no idea how hard it is NOT to comment for me). I miss reading my hometown newspaper every day too:(
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whoever you are, keep dem spirits up, butter days ahead.
Peace