Button Drunk.
While celebrating my having gorilla-stomped the farookin’ Evil Button, it occurred to me that I actually have buttons. I forgot I had them, because when I received them (from the person who designed my logo), I had no idea what I or anyone else would do with them.
So, freshly dusted off from the bowels of my C Drive (It makes me tingle to talk so technical), I give you DA BUTTONS.
Here is a brown one.
And, here’s a white one (a backup, in case I ended up with a white blog).
Do with them what you will. I think they make excellent Easter presents or snappy lapel pins.
For my part, I just want to stare, in ore, at them.
you da man, Jimbo…. bowels of the C drive indeed.. those buttons are great..
Comment by Eric — April 2, 2004 @ 5:33 pm
You “want to stare, in ore, at them?” Get a dictionary. I think you meant to stare in AWE at them. Moron.
Comment by Stubby — August 17, 2004 @ 12:59 pm
I guess you don’t watch The Sopranos and, therefore, didn’t get the joke. I suspect that I speak English as well as you do — maybe even a bit better.
By the way, mind your manners around here.
Comment by Jim - Parkway Rest Stop — August 17, 2004 @ 3:00 pm