Once again you force me to hold my own blog hostage until you give in to my demands. Oh, I know this is an immature thing to do, but not as immature as stomping my feet and holding my breath until my face turns blue. But I am not moving another foot until you read that post down there… yes… that one… just below this one… the one called: The gift of sound and vision.
Why am I being such a rascal, I hear you pondering? Because that post is the very first guest blogger I ever allowed onto this blog. And why did I let someone else take over the controls and drive my fantastic blog-machine? Well just look at the post. This may just be the most astounding tribute-blog to a blog that there ever was in the history of blogging. This is like if you went to see a tribute band of your favorite band and they ended up being better than the original.
Do you think that is easy for me to admit? No, it wasn’t. But look at the fine craftsmanship, the attention to detail. He has links to real stuff that are all hilarious. He did a video of an audio where he read one of my posts in a Scottish accent, but he isn’t Scottish, he’s English. That post is backed up by a real blog that is nothing but a tribute to this blog. Have any of your followers done that for you? I didn’t think so.
And the best thing about that post down there, and the links to the real blog that you can follow to real posts that are also tributes to me, is that it is ALL ABOUT ME!
I find myself in an awkward situation. I want to you to read his blog… it isn’t very big, just a few posts… so much, that I will give you time off from reading my stuff. How is that for a deal? That is how freekin’ awesome that post down there is.
And besides, as I said, I ain’t doin’ nothin’ until some of you comment on that post and on some of the posts in the links. How do you like them apples? Nyah! This is my blog, and I can do whatever I want. You’re not the boss of me. Hell, I am barely the boss of me.
So go on, poke around, click a few links. I am not even going to say how many of you have to comment before I start back up again. I have plenty to keep my busy. I am compiling stuff for a new poetry/art blog that showcases our talents, so I am good to go. Or not go, as the case may be. You have time to read that blog down there, because for the next… however long… the only posts you will find on my blog are posts telling you to READ THAT POST DOWN THERE!
(If you get really bored after you read the other blog, you can come back and add contributions to the funny sci-fi post and the scary story post that we have all been writing together… they are down there below the post you have to read… but read the post first)
Pouring My Art Out 
You rule!
I tried… but it is like herding cats.
Linda Vernon is definitely due a prize! she even asked an unanswerable question! http://pmaoaudioblog.wordpress.com/unanswerable-questions-answered/
And Zoe of course; Zoe rules also.
oh man…
HAHA,,you wrote “squirt gun”,,,hehehehe…
Really… of all the stuff I write that is the one that got to you huh?
Yah,,,i’m a simple chick,,with a dirty mind, what can I say?
No… I think that says it all…
HAHA, you wrote, “HAHA,,you wrote “squirt gun”,,,hehehehe…” hehehehe…
oh jeeze
lol!
You people do realize that to a computer, a squirt gun is almost as dangerous as a real gun, right?
Oh, were we talking about a gun???
I was thinking totally different hehehehehe…..
Get your mind out of the gutter! This is a family show. When I want to talk about penises, I will do it in a mature and adult fashion… heh heh… I said penises…
Seriously, In my sci fi novel I have an alien that has his junk growing right out of the top of his head. Someone said this was juvenile humor. And it is. But I did it to make people think about how we can’t make other cultures live up to our ideas about morality and nudity and stuff. Like people who freek out when a woman breastfeeds in public.
PMAO, this rant was impressive. More so because of the message it carries, what it implies of the writer. You paint megalomania inartistic colours. As a future psychiatrist, I am impressed thoroughly with how you handle your insanity.
Does that mean you read the other blog… or at least some of it? Because that wasn’t me.
Okay, I’ll read it. Hehehehehe.
You were too slow, and now thee is another post with another blog you have to read. Get on the stick!
Hahahahahahaha.
Go easy on me. Let’s consider my pace. Some of us are slow to catch up.
Well I spelled ‘there’ wrong. So…
Not sure I follow.
I spelled it thee… which my spell checker recognized, so I didn’t catch it.
Oh, clear. Thanks.
Don’t thank me for my bad spelling. It is a gift.
That last bit is a real expression, by the way… I am not coming on to you… not on purpose anyway…
It’s real? I didn’t hope it would be fake. It’s not usually a pleasant thing, teasing another with insincerity. Let’s stick up for the real deal, always.
Okay, fine…
In case, you didn’t catch my perspective, I was tryna say insincerity as expressed in f*k* o***sm -since we were in the zone of double ent.s
Double Ents… I don’t remember those from the Lord of the Rings???
I think not.
Now, I can’t even say, for fear it’d then be double shame on me.
We know no shame here!
I am the bomb.
I am the egg man… or the egg timer.
You do have a beautiful body.
Wellllll that too… thank you for noticing.
Okay… on that note, I need to go to bed. Thanks for everything. I did everything but hold a gun to their heads and ram it down their throats… uh… the blog thing… not… well… you know what I mean. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him think,
You’re a star, sleep well.
You are the star… You are the Leonardo Da Caprico… I am merely the Mona Lisa, posing for you while gazing wistfully off into space thinking about other things and smirking to myself… I am the muse… the… you get the idea. It really was an honor to work with you. I am still trying to do an audio thing to stick up in there… I have an ex boyfriend of my daughter who is doing… something weird that might work out well.
Is the Christopher Walken thing coming along ok?
I’m hoping you’ll let me on again in a month-ish to promote the next one?!
I gave him a shorter part than a whole chapter. He sent me a test of the first bit. It was pretty funny. I was going to try to post that. Like a blooper/teaser.
Good idea; I sent a Grey-MacTavish ‘outtake’ to wepoets…I don’t know what they’ll do with it though! I’m just about to comment on your submission…
Be kind…
My own will be up at some point…recycled old stuff rules.
Like a house made of CD cases?
They were actually actual tapes…old school.
Oh… I remember that. That was the first poor business decision… or second if you include having anything to do with me.
But you can’t put a price on fun…
I Nevada you can.
You are?
He is.
PMAO is?
Of course!!!
rumor and innuendo…
I am; specifically the one ridden by Major T. J. ‘King’ Kong.
Ha! I see!
But the more you look, the more you see!
Sharp blogger. Got that from my blog.
Rare to come across anyone who recognises anything they’ve written…homemade gold star to you.
Not a rare thing in .y territory. I’m an un-psychedelic teetotaller.
And that’s another line from me.
I was convinced that Aldous Huxley first said that.
I see. Again.
I can see for miles and miles.
It was Dr. Huxtable.
You cosby right.
ha
I recluse myself from commenting on this one… conflict of interest.
In this diseased thread of comments, I understand and will address the part of Babbage’s home being made of plastic CD (to which I say: calm shame for me.) , and PMAO’a importing the sharpest bloggers (to which I say, I’m unsurprised learning. And its the kind of import I’ll allow duty-free any day anyhow.
I was wrong about the CDE cases. I forgot that he invested in the old style tapes. My bad.
So long your home is made of gold.
(It’s made of plastic CD boxes)
You can quote me to me and I will just think you are really funny.
What do you think I’ve been spending the last year doing…
oh… right…
I import nothing but the sharpest bloggers and cheese.
Until you poke your eye out getting too close.
Did you get that? Explain it to me.
I have no idea what that means, but I bet it’s clever.
You surprise me…Dr Strangelove?
My memory is not what it used to be… which was not that good.
You forced me to do it but I’m not happy about it.
I don’t see any comments yet… ha!
You and me both. I mean, who the hell does he think he is, forcing us to do something so morally abhorrent?!
I am just the middle man… the conduit of evil…
“Just following orders” now where have I heard that before…
I am not now nor have I ever been a Nazi.
I believe you mein f- I mean, Arthur.
ssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh…..
I done did it.
Good man. The blog you save may be my own.
Your enthusiasm leaves me breathless…I fear I may have reached my zenith.
Don’t despair.
Don’t tease.
Don’t poke the monkey.
Did read the “other” blog. I concur…it was…is…brilliant. Funny. Innovative. Foreign accents on words that are already accentuated with foreign-isity: so rich, so pure like a rich cup of coffee from beans hand-picked and ground by Juan whilst hugging the side of a foreign mountain tethered to his Scottish braying burro. Again, a brilliant touch. I didn’t see (or hear) any cows….was that an omission by the fake Scot or some other simpleton?
Cows are like coffee beans… people take them for granted until they can’t find any. But thanks. You may have just saved a blog’s life!
Thank you kindly for your kindly words; and your random use of inverted commas around the word other…I like that…I do however, find “myself” at a loss as to the cow reference; cows are banned here, I thought everyone knew that.
I thought they were sacred???
Unless Scotland is spelt I-N-D-I-A…no.
Wait… are you really Scottish? I thought you were English… I may have spread false information.
I’m English…and cows aren’t sacred here either…
Are you sure?
57% sure.
That is pretty good where I come from.
I had a look but I need to be at home to see the links to stuff
Well… you have to go home sometime… don’t you?
Yes, in 50 minutes! I’ll settle down for a read once I have fed the cat, popped to the supermarket, given my patio table another coat of walnut stain…the exciting life living in a cool London borough
I bet rubbing walnuts all over the table gets old quick. Maybe you can meet the guy who wrote it. He lives in the same country… you all know each other right? I mean England is like the size of Disneyland… ha!
Wal’s Nuts?
Everything in the UK is just down the road.
Hey, your post title is very violent. Can’t you scold it instead of shooting it? Sometimes a firm hand is all it takes and blogs soon come around.
(It’s just a squirt gun… I would never harm my own blog… I am making a point here)
Phew, that’s a relief, nowhere in your Amendment does it say you have the right to bear arms against your blog.
I will have to amend that.
I was going to chivvy you along young Mr Hoover, for it has been well over 50 minutes and even taking into account the tube you should be home by now…but I see that you use walnut stain for your patio furniture…if there’a a more beautiful thing to watch dry, I haven’t found it…please take your time.
Funny and creepy…
It’s what I go for.
Go to jail?
Don’t want to.
You would be very popular there…
I’m a compulsive liar, I never once checked my laptop when I got home, and it was raining so that walnut stain will just have to wait.
But the shepherds pie took me a good hour to make, and then I drank alone, so a pretty busy evening, I try not to drink and blog so i gave it a wide berth
You cannot ignore the work of a fellow Englishman! You people are way too polite for that.
I’ll stick it into my diary this weekend, there must be a gap in between drinking and drinking
I think you can read and click a few buttons drunk. I have faith.
I’m drunk outside my house this weekend, I have my Niece’s 2nd birthday, you know how those turn out
You need to be drunk for those.
I’ll spike the jellies with vodka
Don’t get the kids drunk… that wont make it better.
I don’t believe a word you say.
He is lying about lying.
He can’t be; he hasn’t commented on my blog!
He like to stand in the corner and just watch. I had to stop inviting him to orgies. It creeped people out.
Did you not give him a camera to hold so he’d look so weird?
I did… he turned it around and filmed himself watching.
That is so postmodernism pornographic film making, man.
He did it in black and white and used the shaky camera thing… although that might not have been on purpose… HA!!!
And now nobody is commenting on my frightfully clever further reflection post. I am losing my touch.
They’ll get there…as will I!
I thought my cult members were better brainwashed than that. Nobody wants to be a minion anymore… it’s all, ‘oooh… can I shoot the giant laser out of the top of our volcano hideout and destroy the government satellite so we can blackmail them?’.
(I bet the NSA will love that one)
It can many years to brainwash fully…even the comment you’ve got disagrees with you!
But I set the machine to rapid wash!
Then I would send it back to the manufacturers.
They went out of busi… oh…