The Big Green House
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Monday, November 04, 2002
If you want to read something, go check out Mr. Dan Kelly. Lotsa cool stuff in the links section (Yazoo Records alone is going to cost me several paychecks), and the bio greatly amused both Science Girl and myself. If The Big Green House started working out, keeping regular hours and eating right, perhaps one day it too would grow into a robust, vigorous blog, rather than the pale, anemic blob it is today. There it sits, a lump on the couch of your monitor, snarfing down salty snack foods and making vague snuffling sounds. It had dreams once, did The Big Green House; it was going to be a professional baseball player and win the respect and admiration of thousands. Now it's lucky if it can make it to the bathroom without tripping over its own tattered bunny slippers. If it were a real blog, like mrdankelly.com, it might go out and make something of itself; instead, it has become the pathetic specimen you see before you, crushed by the weight of its own inertia, a broken, empty husk.
bmarkey 11/04/2002 08:59:00 PM