Hey hey Monday morning party people - welcome to the first day of spring. Can't you feel that warm spring sun lighting up my freakin' day? Mmmm... springy goodness.
Don't forget - Episode 1.7 of the Scamper Podcast is ready for your listening pleasure.
Now, according to the always-accurate folks at Blogger, you are currently reading my 300th journal entry here on the Scampernet. For 300 non-consecutive mornings, I've dragged myself out of the warm sticky womb that is my bed, peddled my groggy ass to work, plopped down in front this har computer machine and thought to myself "What in the name of Jebus Fuck am I going to write about today?"
As I look back on my 300 journal entries, I'll admit it - I feel a little nostalgic. We've had some really good times here at Brendan's Journal, haven't we? We laughed together (that one time), we cried together (mostly in the nude) and more often than not, we learned a little something. For instance, did you know that most common Irish breakfast teas are made out of the dried and baked remains of a very sad leprechaun's tears? True story.
Speaking of true, I figure it's time that I came clean with you, my loyal readers who have been with me since the beginning. For the past 300 non-consecutive days, I've pretended to be the bass player in this band called Scamper. The truth is - there is no band Scamper. I made it up, just to made my little "blog" stand apart from the others. These people I've talked about named "Keith," "Nate" and "Mike" don't actually exist. I created them all using a combination of my own imagination and common household cleaning supplies. The talented singer/guitarist you know as "Keith" is actually a well-disguised wet dry vac with a wig.
Ahhhhhh... I feel a lot better having come clean with my dirty little secret. It's like this giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Now, that I've built up my readership over the years, it's time to institute Phase 2 of Brendan's Journal: telling you all about the ways scientology has changed my life. Seriously, just read the literature. Beck and Isaac Hayes couldn't be wrong about something. I mean, maybe one of them could be wrong individually, but both together? It just doesn't make sense. Follow the numbers, people.
Anyone else have anything to come clean about, here on the glorious L. Ron Hubbard-certified Brendan's Scientology Journal?
Don't forget - Episode 1.7 of the Scamper Podcast is ready for your listening pleasure.
Now, according to the always-accurate folks at Blogger, you are currently reading my 300th journal entry here on the Scampernet. For 300 non-consecutive mornings, I've dragged myself out of the warm sticky womb that is my bed, peddled my groggy ass to work, plopped down in front this har computer machine and thought to myself "What in the name of Jebus Fuck am I going to write about today?"
As I look back on my 300 journal entries, I'll admit it - I feel a little nostalgic. We've had some really good times here at Brendan's Journal, haven't we? We laughed together (that one time), we cried together (mostly in the nude) and more often than not, we learned a little something. For instance, did you know that most common Irish breakfast teas are made out of the dried and baked remains of a very sad leprechaun's tears? True story.
Speaking of true, I figure it's time that I came clean with you, my loyal readers who have been with me since the beginning. For the past 300 non-consecutive days, I've pretended to be the bass player in this band called Scamper. The truth is - there is no band Scamper. I made it up, just to made my little "blog" stand apart from the others. These people I've talked about named "Keith," "Nate" and "Mike" don't actually exist. I created them all using a combination of my own imagination and common household cleaning supplies. The talented singer/guitarist you know as "Keith" is actually a well-disguised wet dry vac with a wig.
Ahhhhhh... I feel a lot better having come clean with my dirty little secret. It's like this giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Now, that I've built up my readership over the years, it's time to institute Phase 2 of Brendan's Journal: telling you all about the ways scientology has changed my life. Seriously, just read the literature. Beck and Isaac Hayes couldn't be wrong about something. I mean, maybe one of them could be wrong individually, but both together? It just doesn't make sense. Follow the numbers, people.
Anyone else have anything to come clean about, here on the glorious L. Ron Hubbard-certified Brendan's Scientology Journal?
11 Comments:
In the religion realm, I just assume a "to each his own" attitude. But when I hear someone's a Scientologist, I ashamedly have a newly colored, permanent perception about that person.
I think you can be a non judgmental person and still think some ideas are really stupid. Nothing to be ashamed of.
congrats on coming up with stuff for me to read while in class for the last 300 days.
sure beats actually paying attention.
Now who's gonna tell my kid that his father is actually a wet dry vac with a wig?
Just do what my parents did - stick me in front of the TV for 12 hours a day and sneak out during the A-Team. He'll be fine.
Re-inventing a show once it's well-established is a risky, potential jump-the-shark move. It didn't work for Alias or Roseanne, but hopefully it works for Scamper. Bold.
"peddled my groggy ass to work"
It's been a couple hours now. How is it the resident Grammar Gestapo haven't mentioned this?
I believe the Grammar Gestapo (a.k.a. Nate) is sick today, but I'm not going to correct it as a monument to my grogginess.
So petal your good grammer else where, anonymour.
I seem to remember making the prediction that JAPAN was gonna win the WBC and guess what they did....BANZAI...good for the NIPS
Errr....how do you tell how many entries you've posted.
Many Blogger things I don't know how to do. :P
I wanna know how much I post!! :P
Mine says the number of posts right when I log into the dashboard.
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