Nevermind. Making Mo Posts Here.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Instead of just focusing here, I’m also going to post here and here. That’s right! It’s like a triple serving of Penguin. Instead this time, I’ve refined my tactics, so those’ll be like the side dishes to your heaping meal of me. Blogging.

But anyway, hoping to get me commenters back, so I’ll go scouting and whatnot. I expect this place up and running at full capacity soon.

So what posts should you be expecting here and over at the other two places now?

Well, at this blog right here, there’s gonna be some longer-sized posts. Why? I think it’s something worth trying. Count on them being humorous, but not humerus, although the post could very well be about a bone in your arm.

At the Awesome Squad, if I find a particularly awesome picture or video, I’ll make a short blurb about it and put it there. I foresee an influx of Mr. T, Chuck Norris and facial hair. Other awesome stuff, too.

Whatever doesn’t fit here or at the AS (I use abbreviations to make the blog sound important.), I’d throw it at Tacky Raccoons (first “here” up at the top).

So yes, starting up again. Off to go comment on peoples stuff.

I have returned.


A Somewhat Questionable Piece Of Poetry Pertaining To The Blog That I Post At Now

Saturday, August 1, 2009

That’s right! If for some reason, you’ve found yourself uncontrollably infatuated with me, you can still find me every so often posting over at Bunk Strutt’s blog, Tacky Raccoons. Here is my tribute:

An Ode (?) To Tacky Raccoons

Here is an ode to an attractive blog:

O Tacky Raccoons, ye blog so funny

With many pictures including this dog.

The common cold makes my nose all runny.

That previous line made barely much sense

And the reason why I typed it so is

When it comes to sonnets, I am quite dense.

But enough of me, for this blog is his.

By “his,” of course, I refer to Bunk Strutts.

I’d say Bunk is a mighty fine fellow,

But prone to posting pictures of orange butts.

He hasn’t yet, and they could be yellow.

Something, something, something…umm…pocket combs.

Man, I pretty much don’t suck with these poems.

Me, except worse at poetry.
Me, except worse at poetry.

Did you see that? Yeah, that just happened.

You’re welcome, all.


The Wombats Have Given Me Posting Privileges

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

FUN FACT: I GUEST POST HERE NOW.

I think I spelled that right.

Anyway, like the great Aristotle said: “I don’t think I’ll be posting here anymore.”

Most likely this thang’s becoming something of an archive…of awesomeness.

I’ll stop by every once and a while. For comments and whatnot.

Well, that’s all from me. Keep the views coming or, well, you know…

mr-t_bigger


FIN PENG IS MIA.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

wombats

Folks, it may be presumptuous of this sagacious raccoon to post on behalf of the esteemed Finicky Penguin, but so be it.

Without much warning or explanation, it appears that Fin Peng is off on another excursion into the wilderness of life… I’m just guessing, but there are two possible scenarios.

Scenario 1:  Fin Peng was tracked down, ambushed and captured by rabid wombats;

Scenario 2:  Fin Peng himself went feral.

Although I don’t presume to take over the authorship of this site, I can certainly whore-out my own from this decaying, but still excellent work of, um, something.  I’ll check in from time to time to moderate comments, vaporize spam, respond to requests, and generally keep the place tidy.

Cordially,
Bunk P. Strutts
Tacky Raccoons


Say these words out loud.

Monday, April 6, 2009

They are fun to say. I enjoy calling them tasty words.

Aristotle
Banana
Cougars
Diphthong
Electromagnetism
Fuse
Gargantuan
Herd
Ignatius
Judo
Kernel
Lopsided
Melancholy
Nefertiti
Ocular
Porkchops
Quail
Rambunctious
Sourdough
Titicaca
Ushered
Vernacular
Whistle-Pig
Xena
Yodel
Zonked