The backend of this blog had become buggy and strange after two years of WordPress updates. Today I did a clean reinstall, and everything should be back to normal. Except, apparently, the interface. This is probably a call to do what I should have done long ago: sculpt the blog into something beyond what it is now. Visit spamguy.org and you will be met with a surprise. Or rather, a non-surprise: there’s nothing there. I will never be happy until real content on that domain—not the blog—represents me.

Sadly it slipped my mind for a few years. Upon return, I was horrified to see the spam crap they appended to it. I just want seizure robots, not a mail-order bride! Well, maybe we could strike a deal between the two.

At Kerbey Lane, it became more than a craving: it was a divine mandate. The Pancake of the Day…

…was Strawberry. Weebl’s Stuff, you’ve done it again.

I hadn’t heard of Gregor MacGregor until Dinosaur Comics postmoderned him.

White Ninja Comics and anything you find in the back page of the Daily Texan aren’t part of this group. Where’s the 50% funny?

(Yes, I’m aware my post’s title is not in line with Western spelling. That’s how the band spells it, that’s how I spell it. Suck borscht.)

Yeah, right. As weak as the post was, I really got the poo flung at me: accusations of cronyism, being a clueless newbie, the works. The situation wasn’t improved by the easy riffs made by a post scatological in nature.

This FPP could use some quality control… or some poop.

Better luck next time.

Something doesn’t smell right with this FPP.

Regarding my choice of username:

Eponypropriate. ((MeFites love words based on the root eponymous.))

“Spamguy?["] Man, they’re not even trying anymore.

You should be banned for your username alone.

AMIRITE?

And the final comment, to signify the post’s deletion:

This post was deleted for the following reason: As the owner of buttslol.com, I feel I share your feelings regarding stop signs that say “POOP”, but there’s not much there and people seem to not like this very much. Better luck next time around.

Five years after this picture was taken, I still don’t know how it managed to generate that. Or perhaps I should say, I still don’t know how I did that without going blind.

Since we’re discussing food: I’m down to 174 lbs., which isn’t an outstanding drop since last I brought it up. Exercise hasn’t been that good lately due to IOL preparations and other work. It really is the diet/exercise duo that produces good results—news at 11.

Many scenarios painted there are fake, but I have had trouble distinguishing between the site’s truth and fiction. It doesn’t matter. Even if the site were 100% lies, it would be a digital soap opera, one that I can appreciate, one that still has its roots firmly planted in feasibility. Television soaps long ago gave up on recycled reality and have since found suspension of disbelief to be an acceptable crutch. For a good time, I recommend reading weekly soap opera summaries found in many newspapers.