Every time I log into blogger I am greeted by this YouTube frame of a freaky looking guy. He's a swarthy, meaty looking man sitting on a funky beige couch wearing a bright yellow polo. His eyes are drawn to slits and his hands clasped in front of him as if this picture was taken at the exact moment when he figured out how he wanted to torture and kill his daughter's boyfriend or perhaps a snitch in his organized criminal venture. Either way it doesn't look good, and I see it every time I login to Blogger. I'm assuming that most of you have seen this as most of you post on Blogger, but here's a picture for those of you not graced with such a pleasure. I can't wait till Blogger changes the dash page. The purpose of the photo is to demonstrate a sharing feature on YouTube. I'm just saying this picture sets back the cause of the vlog. Come on, Blogger. Come up with a new feature! Maybe exploit another Google asset like posting directly from the desktop. Make something up. I don't care. Just get rid of that picture.
Today, I thought perhaps this is just a really terrible moment taken out of context and he's really in the middle of a perfectly legitimate maneuver. Perhaps he's about to sneeze. I should investigate. Clicking on the picture doesn't actually link to the YouTube video in question. I may never know what this guy is all about.
In other news I ate the Blue Cookie. I broke down during a 9 hour troubleshooting session held yesterday. That cookie monster colored cookie may have been the straw that broke the camel's back because today I feel like my jeans are too tight. I can't stand it. I've been slightly uncomfortable all day. I have finally accepted that I actually need to *gasp* diet. So no more holiday cookies. I may just start carrying dish soap after all. Dish soap and a spray bottle so when I'm done destroying the festive food I can spray the bakers with water. Bad kitty!
That's it. Chunky out.
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Maybe that isn't a picture of a guy, maybe that is your distorted image of yourself after you ate the blue cookie, and you will be haunted by it until you purge said cookie...
It is kinda like The Matrix and you took the blue pill
(btw...you're not pudgy. I am)
Are you seeing what I'm seeing? For real how could that be a distorted image of moi? ps you're smokin' hot. I won't hear anything to the contrary.
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