Welcome to the 75th Edition of the Sunday Smorgashboard. It’s been a few weeks since the last time I did one… and it’ll probably be a few weeks until the next time I do one… but in either case… here is your Diamond Star Studded Sugary Sweet Edition of the best treats my blogosphere has to offer. Enjoy!
It’s no big secret that my formula to dressing for success includes a healthy dose of Artificial Duck wear. Well, Dave is not only an excellent fashion consultant, he is an excellent researcher into the dark side of candidates who should be tarred, feathered, and then hung for betraying their own. I can totally understand where he’s coming from in his passion behind that post… as I mentioned to someone earlier this week, usually healthcare issues are my own “bitch button” topics.
Speaking of healthcare, Avitable happened to chance upon one of those touchy subjects regarding morals and drugs. Of course, after some healthy debate I felt the need to post about it myself from the bigger perspective as I see it… because it is all about me afterall. If you haven’t already weighed in with your own view, then you should do so now!
Speaking of drugs, Poppy related her tale of venturing into the city to meet with Finn and Neil for a crack like experience at a local eatery. It’s all about the mac’n’cheese… all about the mac’n’cheese…
Speaking of out of town adventures, it seems that Karl had his car keys jacked. You would think he would have been smart enough to take off the Republican Elephant keychain before putting them down.
Speaking of elephants, Hello haha narf had a great post about an advertisement featuring an elephant. The fact it featured the elephant wasn’t the great part, but rather the message it tries to convey.
Speaking of messages, if you haven’t already wished a very happy birthday to the lovely and talented Sodapop, then what the fuck do I pay you for? Bastards. Go. Go now. Go now or no soup for you!
Speaking of domestic dominatrix punishment, DutchBitch is once again whoopin’ that trick as she pimps out another unwilling blogger who is sure to tickle your fancies and teach you to breathe. In through the nose… out through the mouth…
Speaking of mouths, Mr. Fabulous has once again let the roar out and declared himself as Blogger Emeritus. As sort of an “elder statesman” of the blogosphere, it remains to be seen what type of wardrobe he will be choosing during his appointment. For some reason the word “Emeritus” invokes a toga in my mind’s eye.
Speaking of eyes, Miss Britt has finally put the photo finish on her photoblog. Of course, so far the picture of the clown nose in the header seems to be the crowd pleaser… hmmm… black and white photo… red colored in… I wonder where I’ve seen THAT before???
Speaking of finality, Simon has a 100 word carnival going and this week’s writing centered around the finality of it all.
As a reward for feeding me with my internal thirst for reading materials… I designed this simple button for those who may want to display their Snacked upon status proudly:
Additionally… because I am beyond benevolent and loving contrary to what some people believe… here is the code for you to use with a permalink directly to this post. So if your blog was snacked upon today, all you need to do is copy and past the code:
Smorgashboard Sunday is a weekly compilation of interesting posts, pictures, and videos that I have found within the 350+ feeds of personal or personal related blogs that I currently read. Due to the volume of blogs and the 10-12 posts I limit myself to comment on, there may be times when posts that you author do not appear. This is not to say that you did not have a good post, or an important post, or even a post I did not read because in all likelihood I did indeed read it. This simply means that for that week(s) that you are excluded… well… I thought other posts were better choices for the Snacking. This does not mean I don’t like you, I don’t love you, or that I don’t read you. It just means that for that week(s), I chose other posts but there is always the possibility of next week. Unless.
Unless you cry, whine, send me e-mail messages begging me to feature you, send e-cards with links to the posts you want linked, tell me how I don’t love you, tell me how I don’t like you, tell me how sad you are, tell me how I don’t read you even though you know I did because I commented that week, and/or try to muscle me with threats of large “goombas” paying a visit. If you do any of that… then hold your breathe until you see yourself on the Smorgashboard again. While your doing that… go get a white hat and get yourself some Smurfberry Pie ‘cause you’ll be blue before you see it.
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