Hey everyone, welcome to the TGOR 'Bl. Apparently, most people find it easier to say 'Blog than Weblog. Me? I think it's still too wordy. Blog? What a nuisance. 'Bl it is. Saying 'Blog is for suckers.
You know, come to think of it, I fully support the erosion and abbreviation of the language. Soon, when my wife asks what I'm thinking, I'll grunt or mumble my usual answer and she'll start thinking I'm hip, cool and mysterious. "Anu th o eth. Uh nem" (Translation: " I'm not thinking of anything. I never am."
But I digress.
This will be a place for me to rant on endlessly about stuff. Just think of the freedom. Free from Jungle giggling that something I said sounded like a sex act. Free from Buzz smelling vaguely like a goat. I'm kidding, of course. He smells like a goat wearing Hugo for Men.
The rants will sometimes be about sports. Not that there's anything to get angry about in sports. It's freakin' nirvana right now.
Sometimes I'll go non sports. Like heavy ethical, legal and social issues. Yessir. I have a lot to say on all that stuff. * Cough, cough.* (Tumbleweed rolls past).
I am a little miffed still about the city's free crack pipe kit. And Barrhaven getting antsy about kids playing hockey at 7:30pm. What the message here, kids? Crack, GOOD. Hockey, BAD. Genius.
I can also answer any questions you may have about the show. In fact, let me answer 99 per cent of your questions right now. Jungle keeps his job because he has photos of the boss. Crazy photos.
If you have any other questions, fire away. That's what the page is for. And to justify my exorbitant income.
I'd like to thank Andrew for setting it all up. He's our webmaster here at CHUM who works his rump off and really reinforces the computer nerd stereotype. I mean, picture the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. Now picture him having sex with Cathy, that lumpy whiny chick from the comics.
And, uh....Wait a minute. Wow. That sounds really hot.
Damn. I forgot where I was going with that.
Anyway, I'll let you all get back to surfing ebay. I'll check back daily, except on days that I forget. Or maybe I'll even check in hourly, on days when I'm VCR loading. No, wait. Not VCR loading. What's that called again? Oh yeah. Right. "Parenting".