Welcome to another week of the Sunday Smorgashboard! Here are the best tid-bits from my blogosphere for you to gnarl and chew on…
This past week was Blogiversary V! Oh what a week it was! There were shirts, and hats (orange!!! Woo-hoo orange!!!), playing cards that tell stories, and the possibility to have your very own Dave Event!!! If you didn’t enter… well… there is always the Artificial Duck Store for the awesomeness that Blogography spews forth!
Miss Britt has been quite busy converting the world to become metrosexuals. Now if I was in that chair… you’d see the little lady donning a protective mask because of the sandblaster she’d need for my feeties. God bless aliens. I hope she got a great tip.
Pat from Belchspeak brought up a topic near and dear to my heart… the existence of aliens. I’m not talking about aliens as in little Asian women sandblasting toes… I’m talking about the “Blues” and the “Grays” that dominate the extraterrestrial conversations. Most notable about his post is the quote from Stephen Hawkins… which I can’t help but agree with.
Poppy meets really interesting people who sell lemonade. Poppy drinks the lemonade. Poppy does not drink the Kool-Aid. Good Poppy.
Timeczar found out the danger of 3rd party 911 calls. Yeah… I hate when the 911 caller is the one who 911 should be called for… although I am all about her solution to the problem. Naked sunbathing does the soul wonders.
Fantastagirl showed what the Power of One could do. Pretty amazing isn’t it?
The Mutt Princess took MSN to task for their list of things that annoy your co-workers. She tells it like it is… which makes me continue to believe that the things written on MSN are by a robot that is probably modelled after their Supreme Commander… the Gates.
Greeneyezz by far had the best slogan I’ve seen generated. Lord knows I’m way beyond the madness…
Avi has finally come clean… his penis is shrinking. This is obviously what happens when you don’t use enough of the lube while playing the skin flute.
Boh3m3 wants to go back and explore the potential of the Sega Genesis. I have five words for you Boh3m3… Grand. Theft. Auto. IV. Bitch. Yeah… but I’m glad you realized there is more to the internet than YouTube.
And finally…
Yoshi showed me the new Hancock trailer. What can I say? I am now impressed and will now see this movie… right after I see Iron Man 4 gazillion times!!!
So that’s been my week in a Snacking. Next week I’ll be in Tequilacon… so there may not be a Sunday post… or for that matter… a post ever again… because someone… may be a serial killer waiting to chop me into little pieces. Yeah… I suck at making moves on Scrabulous.
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 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.
