Lightsabers and Lollipops

i have found out the hard way that i should never really try to answer a question that is asked about my website.
for instance, i tell somebody, "go to spacemanrocks.com!"
(and i do all the time, i admit openly that i shamelessly plug this site every chance i get. so nyeh)
and then they ask, "well, what's on your site?"

and then, sigh, i actually try to decribe it...



here's the best example:

i was in line for taco bell at CIY. after signing this one girls book without permission, i told her she should go to that site, cuz it rocks.

she was genuine when she said, "sure, i'll check out your site. what's on it?"

(this is the part when i should have used beth's answer: anything and everythingand then shut up.)

i answered, " well, it's um, it's kind of a blog, but it's not run like a typical blog like 'i broke up with sally today, i'm really tired and i'm i hate life etc.' i just run it from blogger cuz it's easy. but i write random things like, 'it's only a matter of time before the spiders realize they outnumber us.' and er, stuff like that."

yes, at that point it was all over. there was no reason for me to talk anymore, i had gone from zero to psycho in about 3 seconds flat. while the Jew may be a big fan of the spider line, it doesn't translate well in every day conversation. you walk up to a girl and start quoting this site and you become stalker material. the restraining order is about three more sentences away if you don't shut your mouth and move away towards the nearest exit.

now here was the problem in the aforementioned situation:
we were still in line for taco bell.

i tell you, the fact that we were 2 to 3 feet apart did not compare to how far apart we wanted to be in our minds. but i ain't gettin outta line for my daily taco bell for nobody. ya hear me, i ain't goin no-where.

so the moral of the story is, that Spacey is a luvable, huggable, safe lil guy. but my humor translates better in writing on this silly ole dot com that i present to you.
so please, don't go up to people that you are trying to impress and mention spider conspiracies, clowns in slavery or even cheerleader ninjas unless all the exits are clearly marked.

oh, and never mention you're a secret agent. unless you are one. but then, if you are one it's probably not in your best interests to tell people that you are a secret agent. so, um...

LOOK A VAMPIRE!

(poof)