Welcome to another edition of the Sunday Smorgashboard!!! This week we’re on a sugar rush from all the chocolate bunny ears and sugar coated Peeps we’ve consumed! So hold on if you dare… and take the ride along the Easter buffet table from the best of my blogosphere…
Are you one of those peace loving hippy types who think TASERS are torture devices? Well RogueMedic has a very interesting case study on the effects of TASERS vs. Glocks. Guess which device the subjects chose?
Miss Britt has unknowingly proven that her partying ways are
genericgenetic (Thanks to Avi for pointing out my misuse of the word generic). Notice how the quiet one is the non-blood relative. Oh… and she likes spaghetti… on St. Patrick’s Day. Yeah… party animals I assure you.
Need to know the truth about the Easter Bunny before searching for eggs today? Yeah… you can thank Craig for that info. It sure was an eye opener for me.
Fantastagirl committed the most heinous of all acts. She forgot about the chocolate bunnies. I highly suggest CVS… that’s where I always go scrounging at the last minute.
Poppy is really a momma’s girl. She does what mommy says. That works well since I’m a total momma’s boy too…
Don’t tell Robin… but right now he’s plotting his escape because I have the bestest catnip in the world. Really.
I made HoosierGirl’s list of Rockin’ Guy Bloggers. That’s because I turn my blog to 11…
DutchBitch came out with her new hourly rate. Elliot Spitzer is ecstatic. The rest of us are overturning couch cushions, emptying change jars, and planning to stick up the Piggly Wiggly.
I have to be honest here… what the hell was Avitable doing during the writer’s strike? He could have single handedly saved network television… at least for a few months until Heroes comes back.
As the seasons slowly change and we leave sub-arctic temperatures for the warmer temperate of the Sahara desert, An Cailin looks fondly at the chocolate elixir we are so fond for. Of course… come summer time… we’ll just drink chocolate milk instead.
Sarcastica is calling it the way she sees it. I think she hit numerous nails on the head… especially the part about not trying. Then again… when she DOES try… J.K. Rowling and her crowd better watch the fuck out!
I sadly learned this week that the Did I Say That? Forum (no link since it’s now expired) has shut down.
Good times were had there… good times.
And finally…
Since we’re kinda stuck on things rising from the dead like zombies… is it possible that there is once again a heart beat over at I Talk Too Much? Looks good so far… but will it remain steady? Someone keep the epi on hand just in case.
And that wraps up this sugar rushed Sunday Smorgashboard! Now that the ears of the chocolate bunny are chomped… time to work on his tail… have a good week!
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.
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