I have been having a serious on and off craving for cherry pie this week… but unfortunately the cherry pie I and adore is seasonal during the holidays.  I’m just going to have to satisfy my cravings with a health Smorgashboard Edition…

Harry Potter hasn’t just infected the mass media… but the blogosphere as well.  Crystal was identified as a dork by her family, Suthern has gone deep cover with room service, Bluepaintred is mum about possible full contact line waiting, Angel has just made it under the statutory laws making 17 legal for dating, and HCG gave away the surprise ending of Harry being in your Sopranos… filling it with magic.

Poor Soda… she has had a severe bout of boredom.  I think its the whole move thing… ‘cause you know San Diego is for retirement.  She needs to move to New York City… because besides getting to hang with me our streets can be pretty damn explosive.  Now THERE’S some excitement for her!

While I am all for independence in things such as relationships, art, society, and music… I don’t think I have a problem with Pussywhip.  My only real question is when they go on their world tour, will the freak circus attracted to Dawn follow?  I wonder what kind of freaks Kimi attracts?  Will their respective freak camps get into a freaky fight for a barrier view?  The things I ponder…

This is another older post from Helen but I just couldn’t pass up on true puppy love.

Not only is Dave going to one day design a fashion line that will set Paris on its collective fashion ear, but he’s also come up with the GREATEST idea regarding politicians who continually blame the food industry for the rising obesity epidemic (yeah I know, I’m not one to talk, so stfu thnx) instead of where the true blame belongs, which is the level of nutrition education… hell, ALL education… in this country.

I don’t care what people say about Tori… she finds the coolest things eva… even if it is a friggin’ ad.

It’s no secret that man invented the wheel to make life easier.  Smart people like Geeky Tai-Tai will put that wheel to work.  As she points out, it’s not about a fashion statement, it’s about not injuring yourself and getting the beer home safe and sound.  I wonder if they make those carts in orange?

Finally, the most important piece of news this past week was the announcement that Post Card Hell is open for business.  As someone who needs to usually covertly barrage those who have offended me or hurt the ones I love… these are indispensable.  You need to go and check it out… and send someone some snail mail lovin’.

So it’s been a pretty tasty week in my blogosphere… as good as a slice of cherry pie.

Now if only I had a glass of milk.

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 250+ 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.