Today I fought the stupid by: Explaining the Darfur situation to someone who had never heard of it before today.

Since some of you don't want to join MySpace (which I understand), at some point I'm going to have to get better at merging everything. I've now got a post or two over there now, and that's just silly, especially since I'm trying to work on things for this page. And now my legs are asleep.

Peace out.

Today I fought the stupid by: Listening to David Byrne's radio show. And not telling you who DB is if you don't know.

Of course, I've joined MySpace. Net zero.
I hate myspace. I HATE it with the fire of a hundred burning suns in your eyes. The layout is an obnoxious nightmare and I think I am the oldest person on there (delightful snarky thought here). Alas, I was tricked by my sister who has THE ugliest picture of me in her profile just sitting there for all the world to see.
*waiting until everyone comes back from seeing said ugly phot.*

I told you it was bad. Whatever.

I don't like pictures. I keep hearing how unfortunate that is for the kiddo, but a two dimensional representations of someone full of life are only helpful in desperate situations. Could be I'm a selfish person.

Major changes? Whaa?
For the most part, I think I have successfully eliminated my...er....pest problem, so Kanga will be making a triumphant return to this web address. There will be major changes as we move forward, incorporating some of the new-which-shall-be-old blog with this one, more of a structure, etc. etc. I won't bore you with the details, but it should be better and more relevant.

And thanks again to everyone who got kangasauce to where it is today! If you don't know where it is, go look for it, you'll see what I mean. I feel kind of famous (well, like, Ethan Embry famous), but then I notice I've only got $22 in my wallet right now... so how famous could I be?

Jet is actually an Australian band.
My swank new blog, smart colors and all, is now public (or whatever).
If you've not yet joined us in the present you may search directories for days...or drop me a line at ye olde kangasauce box like you should have done weeks ago. Naughty naughty.

Adrien likes Hummers!
I have just seen a photo of Adrien Brody leaning on that gas guzzling pointless atrocity looking pleased as punch. Feeling....faint.... Doesn't anyone have principles anymore?
Sadly I now must rely on Howard Stern to get some righteous indignation.
Doesn't seem right does it.

Ah brother Howard.
I am too nice for my own good. The original meaning of nice was STUPID.

Now. Who heard what they said on Oprah yesterday?? They wouldn't let Howard Stern play it this morning. Now that's some double standard.