YSaC, Vol. 665: I can’t be arsed to come up with a title.
Jornalist – Fashion – Models
I have a blog, however I have no time to dedicate to it. I would like to find a person who would like to be a jornalist responsavel in credit exchange.
Knowledge in fashion models is mandatory.
http://[incredibly crappy modeling blog].blogspot.com/
E-mails at
[incredibly crappy modeling blog]@gmail.com
Thanks.
[name of lazy guy running incredibly crappy modeling blog]
- Compensation: no pay
Want to write a blog, but can’t be bothered with the petty details of actually writing a blog? Get someone else to write your blog for you!
The blog in question has three posts — one from April 20th, one from April 21st, and one from April 23rd. I can see how he would determine in such an extensive period of time that he has no time to blog. Finding the time to write those 103 words must have been exhausting. I mean, I need to take a nap after every seventh … zzzzzzzz … I’m sorry, where was I? Ah, forget it. I’ll make Dan write the rest of this p
Thanks, sidewaysmoon!
Man, ever since I lost that job answering texts for that CEO, I’ve been looking for a job that would allow me to stretch my skills to the next level. I wonder where I could find such a job…
Can you write in Portuguese?
Seems to be a prerequisite.
http://en.bab.la/dictionary/portuguese-english/responsavel
If someone is responsavel, that means you can trust them to travel by caravel and not unravel.
Isaac’s spellchecker is terravel. What he means is ‘trible, carible and unrible.’
My roommate is going to teach me Portuguese when I get back from my post-bar trip to Paris…maybe this job will still be available! I might need it, assuming the legal job market continues to suck.
Oh, wait, no pay. Never mind.
Bridgete, some firms (at least, here in NYC) are taking people on at really low rates to do pro bono work. Less than ideal but at least you still get $$$. Not like this job!
I don’t think Boston firms are doing that. The scheme here seems to be postponing the start dates for the few people they even gave job offers to in the first place, and paying them something less than the usual starting salary if they go volunteer with some legal services organization. But even if there are some Boston firms doing that, it’s probably only the big firms, and I’m not a big firm kind of gal. I’d honestly rather be a waitress with than sell my soul to one of those places. Or maybe a barista, I hear Starbucks has great benefits.
Some of the pro bono work was done with classes who came in even with the later start dates. Apparently when the 1st yrs were informed of that, they took the offers anyway, given the current situation. I hope you can avoid that – and if you’re not a biglaw type of person, you might not have to worry about it as much.
Now get back to studying for the bar! 😉
PS: Protip: The firm’s librarians remember when you’re nice to them, and if
wethey have to decide who they’re going to help first in a time-sensitive situation, it’s usually the nice person. You seem fine, but some of your future colleagues never learned this. 8)I’m not studying for the bar yet! I should get back to studying for my FINAL final exams though…
PS – We Northeastern students learn a lot of the protips with our four internships, but I think that one is still lost even on some of us. You’re right though, it’s not really a problem with me…I’m a nice person anyway. I even apologize when I absolutely have to send food or drinks back, and I only do it when I made a specific request that was not followed so now it’s inedible or going to kill me or something.
Good luck studying!
PS: I like the cat. Looks a lot like mine, including the “what do you mean, I am in the way?” attitude.
Lola, you gave some excellent advice to a prospective attorney: BE NICE. I know attorneys ( a lot of them) who treat the clerks, staff and anyone else who they see as “beneath” them like dirt, and they wonder why they can’t get their case processed, or their summons issued, or whatever. It’s proper, in the first place, to treat everyone with respect, but you get the added benefit of having people treat you nicely in return. I have had clerks wait for me AFTER HOURS, at the courthouse door,while I was scrambling to get there to get something filed on time. Think they do that for the jerks?
Funny, that looks like my cat too, only she is my dear departed cat. She was a Burmese, very dark chocolate brown.
Lola – Severus thanks you for your compliment on his picture. And thanks from me for the wishes of good luck! =)
jg – You’re so right…unfortunately, Lola was preaching to the choir there. Now, if some of those Harvard “holier than thou” kids were to read this conversation, we might get somewhere. Not that I haven’t met nice people who go to HLS…but it’s rare.
Bridgete and jg,
Obviously, some of it is firm culture which dictates general behavior. The one I am at now was started by a couple of guys who were probably not considered the right sort to join the old white-shoe firms. I used to be at a white-shoe firm, and they were largely insufferable (they also have very few partners of color, and even fewer female partners than most firms of equivalent size and client type, to give you an idea of what a dinosaur they are). Paying the first years $150,000+ to start probably encouraged this thinking.
I am now at a different firm, and the lawyers there went to similar schools and pay similarly. There are very few d-bags, comparatively, because the firm’s culture by and large doesn’t encourage it. The very first one I was at had a litigation department that seemed to encourage certain kinds of psychological pathologies (and it is now run by someone who is clearly overcompensating for something, which is deeply unpleasant to have to deal with on a constant basis). It’s not perfect where I am now – the class structure is still firmly in place between attorneys and support staff – but they have a lot less attitude. One of our big rainmaker corporate partners told me today, “Even though we act like it is, this isn’t brain surgery. It’s not life or death if you can’t get me this article in a PDF.” He’s a classy guy, always, and that was nice to hear. And I did get him the article in PDF, and he took the time to thank me. I’ve had a lot worse days, for certain.
/rant
Re: Cats: Severus looks to be a highly appropriate name. jg – there’s a breed called Bombay that is a cross between black American shorthair and Burmese. They’re really nice looking cats.
Oh, I remember Bombays now that you mention them. I used to tease my cat by calling her a “Bombay” instead of a Burmese. OK that’s ridiculous but maybe you know what I mean.
Oh no, drmk, watch out for those zomb
Dammit! I told you not to sleep with the window op……
There is probably great hilarity possible in the concept of “zombie journalist/author” and from sublime to ridiculous.
Sublime: What better thing for a journalist to ingest than another’s thoughts, brains, if you will.
Ridiculous: How do you tell zombies from journalists–the zombies are more active/get out of bed sooner/drink less/insert degradation here.
As a former journalist I take exception to your characterization … Oh, wait, let me refill my flask and change out of my pajamas before I continue …
“Braaaaaiii …” *ahem*
Oooh goody! I can now put my “jornalist” skills to good use! I don’t really have to know anything about the subject matter, do I? Or bother doing research? Good, I’ll just write about shoes and shoe models, then. I see that as an untapped resource…don’t you?
Remember, you can and should view this as a valuable training experience to hone your skills. Mostly because you won’t be paid in anything but unctuous praise.
Just like a site designer, tech support guru, or an artist, you need all the practice you can get and should be happy to provide your services free. You are getting on the job experience after all. You should be thankful for the opportunity this poster is providing you.
Way to be ungrateful, CJ.
I guess you told her!
Way not to be bitter, TM. 😉
But, he gets all the credit and the privilege of having in his portfolio and resume . . . [deep,bitter,hard-earned sarcasm]
And as a special bonus you don’t have to pay taxes on the work you’ve done because there is no income to tax, and you still get to add it to your resume when looking for a real job!
I am NOT bitter at ALL. Where’s Silva at? I need her to draw me all kinds of stuff just for the privilege and experience of doing it for me.
(On a related note, sorry for not sending you any commission stuff yet Silva, my car went all splodey 3 weeks ago and after having to buy a new one money’s been a little tight.)
Taco…. you are like the Medici to Michelangelo.
I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever called me.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m responsavel enough for such an important job.
I think it’s possavel that you’re just afraid to try.
I’m also not eligavel. I don’t have any knowledge in fashion models.
Sadly, my knowledge too is of the strictly external variety.
IS there knowledge, in fashion models?
Squeeze them hard enough, and they’ll teach you Ecclesiastes 1:2.
Huh. I always wondered my local Christian furniture store got their slogan.
I think I qualify, I have seen Zoolander. I can’t turn left.
I used to not be able to spell responsavel, and now I am not it.
I have a witty comment, however I have no time to dedicate to it. I would like to find a person who would like to be a jornalist responsavel in credit exchange.
Knowledge in Cat Math is mandatory.
Will compensate with cookies, once I find someone to bake them for me.
Aw, dang, sarajean! JINX!
Dang it, I just cleared cookies off this machine last night, too . . .
Mmmm cookies. If only I was a jornalist responsavel in credit exchange. Oh wait, I can buy cookies at Paradise Bakery with the money I earned from my real job. Yay!
Sure, if you want to take the easy way out…
Mmm. I am configured to accept cookies.
Darn, I just emptied my cache.
sj, that’s a good thing, now you can accept new cookies.
Bing and Purg.
Should that not be Ping and Burg?
Or is that too simcity?
I want cookies but have no cash, all while having excess cache available, cleaned of cookies and history as it is
I would be your catmath journalist if I weren’t so busy ignoring my own comments and blog. Can I have the cookies for thinking about making effort?
You could, but we can’t find anyone who can be bothered to actually bake them.
Truth: last night the guy and myself went out and bought groceries. Pre-made cookie dough was super cheap so we got two packs of it. Got home, realized that neither of us had the ambition to rinse off a baking sheet and make them, so we ate half of one of the packs raw, salmonella be damned. We are Lazy with a capital L.
Only with a capital L when you can be bothered to find the shift key, though.
Touche. Maybe I should just go caps lock so I’m on cruise control for cool.
or just not capitalize anything or use punctuation yeah i think thats the way to go
[possible corey]I have heard, but cannot be bothered to remember where, that the eggs used in tube-o-dough have been pasteurized and are safe to eat without worrying about ickies. Like the cookie dough in cookie dough ice cream.[/possible corey]
On a related OT note, I was over at my sister’s once and we (meaning me) were making cookies from scratch. I ate some of the dough and you would have though I had just bitten the head off a kitten. “That’s disgusting! How could you do that?” and so forth. This is the same person who used to fight with me over who got to lick the bowl when Mom made cookies.
Personally, I’ve never gotten sick from eating raw cookie dough, but the stuff that toll house makes and the tube-dough that pillsbury makes doesn’t have pasteurized eggs in it. That messes up their adhesive properties when the cookie gets baked. However, the dough tastes exactly the same so it can be used for ice cream etc.
Salmonella and other egg-borne diseases are extremely rare these days, so even with unpasteurized eggs, the risk is fairly low that you’ll get anything (1 in 10,000 eggs has salmonella inside the shell). The Nestle Toll House dough recall recently was related to e. coli – which would have been introduced during processing the dough, not with the eggs. Poor handling by stores once it arrived probably led to a few bacteria multiplying into billions.
I <3 raw doughs…cookie dough, cake dough, even bread dough 😀 Only thing I hate is angelfood cake dough. The cake is delicious, the dough is awful.
That is the most scientific information I’ve ever recieved regarding a dessert.
Brownie dough is the best, after that – pound cake. It’s half butter and sugar.
Considering I pulled all of that out of the back of my head (besides the 1 in 10,000 stat, had to look that up) from a class that I slept through/skipped 3/4 of the time, I’m impressed I was able to pass that info along >_>
Brownie dough=awesome. My dude hates brownies, though, so I don’t make them often. He’s also afraid of my cookies that I make from scratch, because I’m a really shit baker. I know what flavors would go AMAZINGLY together, but when I try to execute the product…yeah it doesn’t usually go so well. I can make some awesome quick breads, though!
1 in 10,000?
Come on Arallyn, we all know 78.4% of quoted statistics are made up on the spot.
Hah, I love that quote, Spacebug (though I thought it was 86.4%? :P). It’s so true. I just got that number from a epidemiological survey done on conventionally-raised eggs in the US a few years back. For all I know the scientists just sat on their arses drinking MD 20/20 and screaming numbers at each other until one sounded right, then when they were over their hangover a week later, wrote a bunch of bullshit for their “study”.
Bullshi+ study?
I thought it was a chickenshi+ study.
Arallyn – No, I think it’s that 82.4% of people believe them, whether they’re accurate statistics or not.
Wish he had at least a demo of that up to listen to; it’s a fun, fun song.
@ Spacebug & MEEJ
Todd Snider FTW!
Thanks for the new (to me) Todd website.
Arallyn! Where you bean, dude? 8)
Will bake cookies is I can find someone to grocery shop for me. I’ll pay you in bananas.
Man, no more bananas; my head still hurts from hitting the monkey bars yesterday . . .
I have a comment, however I have no time to post it. I would like to find a person (or meat-based cocktail) who would like to be a snarkolougist responsavel in adores exchange.
Knowledge in Soviet Russia is mandatory.
Compensation: dry kibble.
Wait…let me see if I’m qualified…
“In Soviet Russia…adores exchange…you????”
How’d I do?
*crosses fingers – really need more kibble for the catulators*
Like Bizarro Donald Trump, I proclaim:
YOU AM HIRED, MANDIBLE!
Well shit, my cat could have been both a catulator and a responsavel snarkologist in exchange for kibble! He is very knowledgeable in Soviet Russia and takes it very seriously, especially the whole “In Soviet Russia, cat owns YOU!” part.
One of my cats is a Russian Blue, does that count?
Hey, is that a Fifth Element reference, too?
“Negative, I am a Meat popsicle”
I want an auto-wash.
I thought you were a CapnMacNChez.
I am not a Major, but I once lived in Dallas.
Negative. Is Bacontini reference.
Bacontini get all quivery when he referenced by da people.
Bacontini promised hisself he not cry.
MultiPass.
Fhloston Paradise sounds rather nice right now.
But, with my luck, it would be a Mangalore-reunion cruise, and theres only so much Zorg I can stand
Ah [ugh, joint creak and ache] the slings and arrows of a youth spent doing exactly as I ought, including the zigging when zagging would have been better.
To have been, and to have done, to have gone forth, is if to wall the breech if needs must fot those Sparlies who cannot part from theire chaises long enough to update even a fashion model blog . . .
Oh the most sanguine price paid for sloth and apathy.
“Leeloo Dallas MultiPass.”
“Yeah.”
“Mul-ti-pass.”
“Yeah, MultiPass, she knows it’s a MultiPass.”
Yes, I am a total geek about “The Fifth Element”.
Said like that’s a bad thing
Maybe he should start a focus group.
Or a lack-of-focus group.
I tried to attend our YSaC coffee focus group, but nobody showed up.
Neither did I, actually.
We might as well disband the group… if any of us can get around to it.
hehe..
I lost the rhythm of the post today…the Dalai Lama-nun is here on campus and it’s all about Buddha for some reason….
What were we talking about?
Well, let’s just dump the paperwork in the sewer and say we disbanded it.
On second thought, that’s too much work. Let’s burn it and say we dumped it in the sewer.
… or we could send it to Congress… that’s like dumping it in the sewer….
Wow. Being pretty hard on sewers, aren’t you?
well, a movement’s got to start somewhere….
😉
Can we just keep the paperwork and say we burned it so that we could say we dumped it in the sewer?
I would have to give the stink eye to any paperwork going into the sewer. There will be no keepsies!
You must erase all evidence of the movement!
Cue The Surfaris!
When did anyone get around to doing the paperwork?
I actually just gathered random unwanted paperwork from my office and put it in a old coffee shipment case.
I assume by “paperwork” you mean “used coffee grounds”.
Mostly the filters, but you can never really get all the grounds out of them.
LoL!
I’ve been collecting less-random paper this afternoon, as the PD is having a free shredding on Saturday. WooHoo, will save me some cash that will.
I have to assume that LoL means something else in CapnSpeakâ„¢ than it does to the rest of the world. Is there a longshoreman involved?
First off, you’d best not have trademarked my disputation ond oraatory style ‘lessin’ you start sending some remuneration my way and tuit suite!
Secondly, we had here a juxtaposition of paperwork, cloacae, government, and refuse.
All while I was gathering up heaps of paperwork needing shredding.
I was doing this, since the local governement (CSPD) was sponsoring the shredding as a way to educate on ID theft prevention.
They are going to use a spiffy truck-mounted unit, too, for the whole TonkaToy for big boys effect.
When finished, the shredded material will wind up with the County’s coffee grounds and the like; off to the midden as it were.
Which also was handy as this saves me the expense of having a bushel of stuff shredded during a time of great personal impoverishment (think getting alms from churchmice).
This all struck a pleasantly funny chord.
That’ll be $87.51½ please
“First off, you’d best not have trademarked my disputation ond oraatory style”
Easy, there, good sir. Methinks thou hast confused me with one Flea Bailey, a barrister of ill repute. Suing one and all around these parts of late, that one.
As for the $87.51½, do you prefer that in vintage cereal or Crisco?
I also have a blog that lies a-moldering in the (internet) grave.
You must have a knowledge of headcheese and French seams, and also be fluent in !Xoo.
Compensation=ABC pieces of Fruit Stripe gum
The knowledge of pork snouts, hearts, ears, butts, scrotums (scroti?), etc., all packed in a savory gelatinous mass is something I’d rather not have. I fear it’s keeping something more useful and infinitely more appealing from sticking to my brain.
‘Scroti’ is what The Meat Gerberts were called before they went all mainstream.
Sell-outs! They totally have no edge any more.
Loved their first album – Balzac.
Their corporate-signing followup should have been called “Got tutored.”
Wanted: Responsavel Reader
I have a blog I want to read, however I have no time to dedicate to it. It has something to do with Craigslist ads, but I don’t know the name of it . . . http://www.somethingsomethingcraigslist.com . . . whatever.
Knowledge of this blog is mandatory. You will be responsavel for reading it first thing in the morning and periodically throughout the day and then reporting to me via email or text. Credit exchange in the form of emails or texts from me acknowledging receipt of blog information will be your pay. Expanded jornalistic abilities shown in your work will be rewarded with a verbal “thank you” personally from me.
This is a part-time position with the possibility of full-time in the future. Full-time employment can be obtained by exhibiting snark-writing skills, catulator maintenance and the ability to graph adores statistics.
AE
I’d be all over this job except I know a trap when I see one.
I’d also have to read the emails or text I sent you wouldn’t I?
I’ve already snarked, but still can’t get over my initial thought: “Lazy-ass f***.”
Glad you didn’t misplace that hyphen…
Or maybe not?
http://xkcd.com/37/
Dude, that’s a sweet ass-link.
Ass-link: The sausage of the headcheese family.
Eew. Brain bleach, please?
This ad s
This ad u
In Soviet Russia, ad
In Sov Ru, you
This ad c
Thanks, Slick.
No prob megaphone head…
Dammit, it’s a mane!
I hope Colleen is ok.
Maybe she decided to take a nap. I hear she’s got a new mattress….
This ad ks*
*the circle is closed now… ohhhhmmm…
Hey Slick!
That was electrifying, but it is wearing down my resistance…
This post s
Zzzzzzz
(sleeping – don’t wake the babby)
*wakes up, looks around, goes back to sleep*
Wow, a jørnalist?
Here’s a list of Jørns:
Jorn Barger is the editor of the Weblog “Robot Wisdom.” Not a professional model, though.
There’s Jørns Andersen, Didriksen, Jamtfall, Krab, Skaarup, Sorenson, and Vermeulen, who are all athletes – some of them are probably good looking… hmm.
Jørns Christensen and Jeppesen are actors. Jørn Madslien is a BBC journalist. They’re used to being on stage or TV. That’s kinda like a model!
Jørns Magdahl and Skille are in civil service/politics. Not the same, though.
Hmm, academics can be sexy… what about Jørn Hurum, paleontologist, or Jørn Rattsø, economist? No?
What about crime? Bad boys are kinda like models, right? There’s Jørn Nielsen, mobster and Hell’s Angel, or Jørn Tagge, fraudster…
Maybe it’s music that’s what gets you going – Jørn Tunsberg or Jørn Lande! Look at that model-quality!
Naah. Gotta go with Jørn Sloth, correspondence-chess grandmaster.
(thank you Wikipedia)
How’s that for a responsavel Jørn list? Huh? Do I get the compensation-free Jøb?
Pretty comprehensive but, uh, we were only after the jørn ‘A’ list.
No riffraff, please.
Well, of course not. Riff Raff was a “Richard,” not a “Jørn.”
Anyway, Jørn Lande is the A-list.
Aw, darnit. The edit ran out before I could fix the “horns.”
A lot of Jørns.
Much more too many to list.
A Møøse once bit my sister.
In Soviet Russia, sister bites møøse.
In rural Soviet Russia, sister is moose.
(YSAC intrudes on job performance once again. As I’m writing that, a Russian guy comes in with a question. He’s always nice so I did not snicker in his face, as coincidence tempted.)
Serendipity….
*snickers*
A gøøse gøøsed me once…
Charlie bit my finger….
I was attacked by a flock of gøøses* once, thus spawning a lifelong fear of the birds.
Hateful things, with their beady little eyes…
*(Yes, I know it’s “geese”, work with me here, ‘K?)
I know… gotta have the slashy “o”s….
It really hurt…
And it’s still hurting…
I once knew a woman who had a small ranch. Among her other animals there, she had two geese and a gander. She explained the lack of a second gander as: “He was mean. Then he was Christmas dinner. No mean animals on my farm.”
I would say the remaining gander’s “plan” came together beautifully.
Ménage à trois honk honk.
Menagerie à trois.
Foie gras à trois.
Møøs bites can be very nasty
[sharpening end of Interspace tøøthbrush]
Iz that Svenge?
Missing the Jindalee Operational Radar Network, the Aussies’ DEW line.
Hmm, radar operator fashion is likely established by Royal Australian military Uniform Regulations; for which there is likely a paucity of qualified experts here in the States.
Wow, JORN supports an ionosonde network, which scans the ionosphere making a complete map every 225 seconds.
No wonder Sparky has no time to blog. Oh, wait, the entier process is automated . . .
Gah. School’s sucked all the really good snark out of me today. Used it all up on certain classmates in World History and one particular classmate in Band. On the bright side, I am a responsavel (oh, wait, I found one) student, and have good enough grades right now to be on during the week.
Deer sir or mam,
I am good with maiking models. I like cars and plains best. When I do them I like the gloo smell. It also makes my hed all fuzzie. I can rite gud about modles and gloo. Send gloo sampels and I will revue them 4 you.
Thanks bye.
OT
Windrose,
Thanks for the nice comments yesterday, and yes, I am a c-
*EDIT: A modicum of decorum prevents further transmogrification.*
Anyway, for all you do, here’s one for you.
And then there’s Windrose of punches.
Who dole’s out punches in bunches.
For punchity treat.
Your snark must be neat.
For Windrose punches no dunces.
*-* Wow, Spacebug! You totally rock! I have this poetry blog I don’t have time to devote to. . . 8)
I know it’s been done to death, but can I get in on this free blogging help business? No knowledge of any kind required. In fact, all you need to do is log in about once a month and write some random drivell about not blogging for a while and no one will know it’s not me.
In semi-related news I have a link to post later (when I’m on the comp) from a blog I read that the llamas-that-be may find amusing.
The link I promised:
http://grandmascellardoor.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html
I know she reads Lovely Listings, but unless she’s commenting under another name or just lurking I don’t think she’s a regular here, which makes this odd animal pairing quite the coincidence.
I’ve been looking for a good internship. Please fwd. me the specs. Thanks.
kaitlyn, sorry to keep you waiting a whole day! 8) Totally agree with this punchity punch punch!
G’Night, Portugasaval!
its ok and thanks
Im not supose to stay up this late but I did. cause Grandy Nita fell asleep on the sofa again after visiting with her freind Jim Beam
Place your favorite cuss words here. Once more, WordPress did not upload the day’s ad before I have to go to work, where I cannot in any way access the blog. The county is afraid of the interwebs. Someday I will own an phone that is data capable, and also be able to afford the monthly charges. I just need to put all my worldly belongings on Craigslist! TTFN
So it isn’t just me. I hope WP lets us have our fresh snark soon.
I’m arsed.
Taco’s probably im-as-ploded by now. I just hope he has enough caffeine til the medics get here.
*Starts handing out torches, pichforks, and muck covered clothing.*
Don’t forget the “dirty raincoats”. Stat!
I haven’t had to worry about dirty raincoats since my wife and I were dating.
Your parents lied by the way, there is such a thing as sharing too much.
There were more than a few things my parents lied about.
All I can say about the first inkling I had about deception at a tender age was: see if I slave over a hot stove baking cookies for a fat man in a red clown suit any time soon. It was downhill after that.
G&*S%88(T
I’m ready to go! I’m mean, I was real lazy yesterday and everything!
I guess there is no post today. I am blaming it on SATAN! (Post 666 and all…)
And I had all my evil ready for it too. I guess my evil will just have to percolate in its darkness, brewing itself into a black sludge of villainy.
Suddenly I need another cup of coffee for some reason.
Oh wow. I think you’re right!
Wait, I know someone that has a blessing kit… Holy Water, Prayer book, etc.
*edit– so much for making this a reply to Bianchi* uggh
Is it okay if I write about birds in the fashion blog?
Are they “birds” in the 60’s British slang sense? I loved Jean Shrimpton and Twiggy….
Sure, they’re cute when they are little, but over time they grow. Then you get bored with them. Then you start to neglect them. Then they die. This is why we never let you have any genie pigs or meat gerberts.
Mamas, don’t let your Babbies grow up to be bloggers.
They’ll type a few lines then waste all their time
Watching some pron or some LOLcats online.
Mamas don’t let your Babbies grow up to be bloggers.
Their typing is cruddy, they’ll look for somebody.
To do all their blogging for free.
No time for this blog.
Must find someone else today.
No time for this blog.
But I don’t want to pay.
No time for this blog.
Craigslist ads are calling me.
No time for this blog.
Mm-da, mm-da, mm-da, mm-da, mm-da.
Você deve ser responsável.
Sem remuneração disponÃvel.
Fashions change and so did I.
You need not wonder why.
You need not wonder why.
There’s no time for this blog.
No time for this blog.